Avery raised her hand and switched on the lights.

He was blinded by the sudden change in light. Annoyed, he slammed the door shut.

Avery looked at him with fear.

His eyes were red from the alcohol. After he slammed the door, his long, slender fingers unbuttoned his shirt impatiently.

Avery realized what he intended to do. She was so frightened that she did not dare breathe.

"Elliot! You've entered the wrong room!" She tried to snap him to his senses. "This is my room!"

He glanced at her as he walked to the bed, removed his shirt, and tossed it to the floor.

"I'm not drunk." He crawled up the bed and grabbed her injured leg. "Don't move this leg."

Avery was rendered speechless. He did not appear drunk. He knew she was hurt; so why did he have to torment her?!

His warm lips soon landed on her neck.

Avery smelled the thick, cloying scent of a stranger's perfume on him. She instantly furrowed her brows.

A few days ago, the nanny had said that there was a group of young and pr