Chapter 55

Lara

When I step out of the car, I almost stumble over my own feet, which isn’t surprising. After Ashton made me come with only the help of his hand, I downed an entire bottle of wine all by myself. And since werewolves don’t stay drunk for long, I also had a few ciders to maintain the buzz.

“Need my help?”

I glance up at Ashton as he exits the car. Unlike me, he didn’t indulge in more alcohol during our ride to his mansion. However, this doesn’t mean he is a saint. The bastard didn’t stop me from drinking more. If anything, he watched with intense curiosity, much like how he is looking at me now.

“I’m fine,” I tell him as I try to stand straight. I’m wearing high heels so it isn’t easy, though. My arms are spread on either side of me for balance, so I probably look like a penguin.

Ashton chuckles with his hands deep in his pockets. I kind of hate the look he is giving me, like he wants to devour me. It honestly frightens me. This man is done with romance. He is done with trying to ge