MasukTyler's POV Keeping my eyes off the rearview mirror was nearly impossible. Emily was practically naked in the back seat, sprawled comfortably, humming softly to herself. I clenched my jaw and kept staring at the road. Finally, I parked and turned the engine off. I exhaled and glanced back at her. She was sitting there, leaning against the seat, looking completely relaxed. “We’re home now,” I said softly.“Mm,” she murmured, barely lifting her eyes.I got out and went to her side. I couldn’t just carry her in like this. What if Mom was up? Or one of the staff? No one was supposed to see her like… that.“Um… okay, Emily,” I did the only rational thing I could think of. I shrugged out of my suit jacket and set it on the seat beside her. “Come on,” I muttered. “This will cover you.” She didn’t argue. She simply let me drape the jacket over her shoulders. It was far too big on her tiny frame, and so it covered her perfectly. I helped her out of the car and lifted her effortlessly into m
Tyler's POV I took a deep breath, tightening my hold on her. “We’re going home. Right now,” I said, leaving no room for negotiation.She hummed softly and wrapped her arms around my neck again, her cheek pressing against my chest. “Home?” she murmured.“Yes,” I repeated. She was far too drunk and the things she was saying shouldn't be heard by other people. I bent down carefully, still holding her with one arm, and picked up her shoes with the other. “Let’s go, okay?”She didn’t argue. Instead, she relaxed against me completely, her lips parting in a sleepy smile. “We’re going home,” she echoed, like she was convincing herself.“Yes,” I said softly. “We’re going home.”She tilted her head back slightly to look at me. “Why?” she asked.“Because you’re drunk,” I answered gently. “And you need to rest. I’ll get you home, you’ll lie down, and you’ll feel better.”She frowned a little, then snuggled closer. “But I’m resting like this,” she said quietly, her arms tightening around me. “In
Tyler's POV I carried Emily securely in my arms, adjusting my grip when she shifted, her fingers tangling lazily in my hair. She was completely drunk and could barely even stand on her own. I let out a slow sigh, my jaw tightening as I scanned the room. I still didn’t understand how this had happened. Emily barely touched alcohol. So why tonight? Had she tried to see if she could suddenly handle it or something?“Tyler,” she murmured, her voice soft, her cheek pressing against my chest.“I’m here,” I replied immediately, my arms tightening around her on instinct.She hummed happily, clearly pleased with that answer, and went back to playing with my hair.I should have taken her home the moment I smelled the alcohol on her breath. I knew that. Hell, every rational part of me was screaming it. But she had refused so adorably stubbornly. And so I decided to stay for a while.I had to admit, Emily was acting unbearably cute. Completely different from her usual self. Tomorrow, when she'd
[THIS CHAPTER IS IN THE AUTHOR'S POV]Emily felt her legs wobble as she tried to stand, holding her head. The world tilted and swirled around her, and she sneezed softly, a small laugh escaping her lips. Looking around, she tried to spot Tyler through the crowd.“Tyler, where are you?” she murmured, swaying slightly as she moved, though her steps weren’t straight.Meanwhile, Harry had returned from the diversion he’d orchestrated. Tyler was still distracted, speaking with the VIPs he’d been called to meet. Harry’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he scanned the room and spotted Emily. Emily walked unsteadily with a soft tilt of her head, her eyes searching, and a subtle flush across her cheeks.The effect of his “fruit juice” had already taken hold. From the first day he saw Emily, he was completely mesmerized and captivated by her beauty, her smile, and her sweet scent. He remembered the softness of her hand when he shook it during their brief interaction at Tyler's company.Eve
Emily’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, adding the final touches to my hair as I admired my reflection. Tonight was the anniversary party of a certain Mr. Harry, celebrating his company’s success. I only remembered seeing him once in the conference room when I had gone to Tyler’s office with him. Tyler was the one who told me we had been invited. Still, my stomach felt a little tight. The last time I attended a big event with Tyler was during that auction. I inhaled slowly, remembering Vivian being there. I shook my head gently, forcing the memories away. I didn’t want to think about that anymore.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice Tyler until his arms snaked around my waist from behind. He pulled me back against him, burying his face into the side of my neck. “You look so beautiful,” he murmured.I felt my cheeks heat up immediately. “Thank you,” I replied softly.“And you smell really nice,” he added, pulling back slightly before turning me around to face h
Emily's POV “Are you sure you’re okay?” Tyler asked for what felt like the tenth time.I couldn’t even trust my voice anymore, so I just nodded, pressing my lips together.We were sitting just off the parking lot, away from the main entrance but still very much in public. Tyler had pulled me to his lap. I fit there a little too perfectly, my legs angled sideways, his arm firm around my waist. My heart was racing. Partly because… he was way really close and partly because we were in public.I could feel how much bigger he was than me. I swallowed hard when I felt his hardness against my ass as I sat. Oh gosh. My throat suddenly felt dry, and I shifted slightly, earning a groan from him which made me pause.Tyler didn’t seem to care about the people passing by, the occasional curious glance thrown our way. If anything, he pulled me closer. “I feel really upset about what happened today,” he said quietly. “You were humiliated.”I lifted my head to look at him. “It’s okay,” I said softly







