Drunk in lust

Catherine’s POV

"My drink has finished," I slurred, sliding the empty glass cup toward the bartender. "Give me more. I told you to give me the strongest mixture you have but you gave me something mild. I could sue you for not heeding to my instruction, you know?"

The bartender, a young man in his early twenties, darted me a fed up look.

"Do you have anyone who you can call, ma'am?" He asked. "You're not in a condition to go home on your own at all."

"Who said anything about going home?" I drawled. "There's nobody at home. Liam and Leo are currently having a sleepover at the daycare."

"You'll have to go home eventually, Miss, and I'm really worried for you," He said, pouring a mixture into my cup.

The moment I tasted the drink, I spat it out and darted the bar man a glare.

"You gave me soda?" I muttered, my throat burning as a result of the many mixtures of alcohol that I had consumed in the past one hour.

After meeting with Lucas's mother to give her the news of her child's death, I