Morris's POV
The ballroom spun around me as I searched desperately for Darren. Neither he nor Jason appeared to be anywhere in sight. Damn it! My head was swimming, and I needed to escape this crowded space. My office seemed like the best refuge—I could lie down there until this dizzy spell passed.
I began navigating through the sea of guests, acknowledging various acquaintances with brief nods as I passed. Without warning, I felt slender arms snake around my waist, accompanied by an overpowering cloud of sickly-sweet perfume. It was Vicky, suddenly guiding—or more accurately, dragging—me across the ballroom while cheerfully engaging with other guests. My intoxicated state left me helpless to resist her grip.
Before I could protest, she had steered me out of the ballroom and pressed her lips against mine. I attempted to push her away, but my alcohol-weakened limbs betrayed me. With determined efficiency, she summoned the elevator and maneuvered me inside.
