14 - Breakdown.

Bottles of Ciroc scattered everywhere in his room, Omarion sat on the floor, his back rested on the wall. His dark brown eyes were now red, and he was sweating profusely despite being under the air conditioner. His hair was scattered and rough, and it seemed like he hadn't left his room for days, whereas, he was still at work that day.

As he was about to pour another round of the wine into his mouth, directly from the bottle, there was a knock on his room door, making him halt. He was in no mood to reply whoever it was, but he waited patiently to know who it was and what the person needed.

"Sir," the voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you there, sir? Or can I come in?"

Omarion knew who it was, and his eyes closed gently in frustration. If it were to be someone else, he would have yelled at the person or done something to punish such person for interrupting his drinking session. But it was Madam Louisiana, his chief maid. She had always looked after him since his parent