Eddie had spent the entire night chasing after you at Stanley Johnston's party, dealing with your drunken antics. While internally cursing the situation, he couldn't help but feel a bit amused when you accidentally spilled your drink on some obnoxious rich blokes who were pestering you with their unwanted flattery.

He knew you were stunning, but he didn't feel the need to fawn over you like a puppy; he understood that excessive compliments made you uncomfortable or flustered. Though he enjoyed seeing you flustered like a confused kitten, he refrained from doing so to avoid causing you any distress.

At one point during the evening, Eddie pinned your petite frame against the wall as you slurred out nonsensical desires about ending the night with him. He had to clench his jaw tightly to maintain his composure.

Gently cupping your cheeks, he noticed your dilated pupils and cursed softly under his breath, placing his hands on your waist to steady you. "Listen, you're not having another drop of alcohol, alright? You're completely plastered, darling," he murmured softly.

Eddie didn't mind you having a drink or two, but he couldn't stand the thought of you being careless, especially at Stanley Johnston's blasted party. Who knew how many dodgy characters were lurking around, just waiting to take advantage of you? The mere thought made him seethe with anger, particularly towards other men.

He let out a low growl at your blatant flirtations and whispered desires, reminding himself that you were intoxicated and in need of a bath followed by some rest.

"Once you've sobered up, we can explore every fantasy you've ever had," he promises, fully intent on indulging your desires once you were in a fit state to make right decisions. "Does that sound good to you?"