Chapter 53

Eric fastened his shirt collar, his steps quickening as he exited through the back door. Damn it, how did I end up this drunk? The driver, who had been waiting by the car, opened the door as Eric approached and slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine. Eric leaned back in his seat, his brow furrowed, one hand pressed to his forehead, visibly uncomfortable. "Are you... feeling okay, sir?" the driver asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror, noticing his discomfort. "Would you like me to stop somewhere and grab some hangover medicine?" "No, just drive. I don’t want to talk right now. Focus on the road," Eric growled, his voice rough. "Understood, sir," the driver replied, keeping his eyes on the road. Eric’s headache grew worse, but his thoughts were becoming clearer. He couldn’t stop shaking as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his lips with it. So disgusting... the scent of another woman... Every time he