Chapter 5: His true colors
Elijah's pov ;
I never knew having other men's hands all over him, touching him and trying to feed him fruits would excite him so much.
"I hate you soooo much!" He slurred and hit my chest while he could barely stand. I have to unwantedly snake my hand around his waist to help him stand and have some dignity, of which he clearly doesn't care about as an actor.
I growled at the hosts, "Get lost."
They scattered, clearly frightened, and quickly ran away. I turned back to Ash, but the man I saw last time with him stepped between us. I think his name is Noah.
"Please leave him alone. He's just slightly drunk. I'll take care of him," He stole Ash from my side and Ash too hugged him.
My blood boils even more. I don't care how close they are but I don't like when someone tries to snatch something from me.
Without thinking, I yanked Ash back from him. "Do you even know he can't handle alcohol? Why the hell did you let him drink?"
The guy groaned and sassed, glaring at me. It was as if he couldn't even bear seeing my face. Well, the feelings were mutual.
"He's not a kid. And why should you care? Ash is a single man now. He should do whatever he wants, drink, and have fun around new people."
I didn't like his attitude, and my voice turned dangerously low. "If you don't want to lose the rest of your company, then piss off."