Chapter 24

Zoe was half-drunk. Mason took her to the parking lot and opened the door of his car with one

hand. He signaled for her to get in, but she refused. She was drunk, but she had not completely lost

her senses.

Leaning against the door, she raised her head and said in a husky, slurring voice, “I'm not going

home with you, Mason! We're getting a divorce!”

He towered over her and glared at her with unmoving eyes. She was bewitching when she was

drunk. He had never seen her like this.

A champagne silk blouse and trumpet skirt were supposed to be elegant outfits, but they ended up

bringing out her feminine charm.

Every curve on her body seemed to be inviting men to caress and own her. Mason leaned into her

ear and gritted his teeth, “Look at yourself. What part of you resembles a decent lady now?”

Zoe raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to have cleared up a little, but became

muddled again soon. Giving up on talking sense into her, Mason roughly shoved her into the car.

She made a fuss about wanting to get out of the car. Leaning on her seat, she muttered stuff that

was hard for him to hear. It was quite upsetting for him.

He locked the car and was about to buckle her up when he saw in his peripheral vision the car

across his path, with a man sitting inside it.

It was Cecil. Both of their cars had their lights on. Both men sat in their cars, sizing each other up.

Cecil's eyes were dark as night, and so was Mason's.

Much time had passed and Mason buckled her up. She was slipping in and out of consciousness on

account of being drunk. Shifting uncomfortably, she mumbled, “I'm not going home with you.”

Mason touched her cheek gently and said in a husky voice, “Who else would you rather go home

with?” With that, he stopped caring about what she said.

Sitting upright, he looked at Cecil with a blank face and drove Zoe away under his gaze. Cecil's

hands tightened their grip on the steering wheel as both of their cars whizzed past each other.

Mason, on the other hand, sneered.

The lights dimmed as the night grew darker. Mason drove his car into the villa compound. His

servant heard it, opened the car door, and asked meekly, “Should we prepare supper for you, Mr.

Mason?”

At the next moment, she was startled. “Ms. Zoe is back!"

He unbuckled himself and said softly, “Make some herbal tea and send it upstairs. She's drunk!”

With that, the servant nodded and left to do his bidding.

Mason turned to the side and looked at Zoe, who was sleeping in the passenger seat. Her throat

tightened slightly which led to a minor trembling in her breasts. It was a sight that was enough to

make anyone go crazy.

He was no saint. It had been a long time since he had sated his lust. Leaning over to grope and

fondle her, he fixed his gaze on her face.

Even a lady has needs, much less a drunken lady. Zoe could not help but moan. She muttered his

name over and over again unconsciously, “Mason... Mason...”

He unbuckled her seatbelt and carried her into the villa. She started having headaches from the

motion. Clinging to his neck tightly, she muttered repeatedly, “Go slower, Mason... Slower..."

She was merely talking about him walking, but it sounded erotic nonetheless. He could not help but

to lower his head and kiss her, all while he was walking. The taste of wine on her lips caused a fiery

passion to overtake him.

The chandelier was gleaming in the master bedroom. They were tossing each other's clothes on the

floor. Shirt, belt, skirt, and stockings were piled together in a way that would make anyone blush

and set their heart racing.

The servant was about to send in the herbal tea he ordered, but she stood down the moment she

saw them on the bed through the crack of the door.

Mason was quite anxious. He put the condom on before he had completely removed his clothes.