Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 458

I hesitated, every fiber of me wanting to say no, but I moved closer, standing by Idris’ side and reaching out a reluctant hand.

He gave a small, tight-lipped smile, his brow furrowing. "Is that how you help someone up?"

Something was off, and I could not shake the feeling.

Holding back my annoyance, I stooped to help him stand. No sooner was he on his feet than his towering presence slumped against me, almost sending us both tumbling. I steadied him, my brow furrowed in concern. "Idris, stand up straight!"

From above, his low laugh trickled down, laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Oh? Not Mr. Young today?"

I did not bite and just kept him upright as we made our way out of the VIP room. He was a mess, staggering and bumping into things. Whether he was putting on an act or genuinely plastered, it was a nightmare to deal with.

When we finally got to the car, I opened the back door for him, but he stood there, stiff as a board. I looked up to see his face set in a frown of displeasure.

"What's up with you?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure.

"I'm not sitting in the back."

Typical diva move!

I was that close to giving him a piece of my mind, but I reined it in, opened the front door, and practically shoved him into the seat.

Once I was in the driver's seat, I saw him leaning back, eyes shut. I did not bother with chit-chat and fired up the engine. After the last time he got wasted and went on a wild chase, I was not taking any chances. We only stopped for lights, and I made a beeline for Clearwater Residence.

It was way too late to drop him at the old manor without waking up Madam Young, so Clearwater Residence it was.

I parked and glanced his way. He was still out of it, eyes closed. I waited a few minutes, but he did not budge. "We're here," I said, breaking the silence.

No reply.

I bit my lip and tried again, "Idris, we've arrived."