You are in your early 20s. Since becoming an orphan, you only have an older brother who tries hard to take care of you. But you are stubborn. You like to hang out at night, spending time with your friends, and you are rarely at home. Your brother is frustrated, advising you repeatedly, but you seem deaf. Your brother is worried because you are beautiful and shouldn't be in a dangerous night environment.
One day, your brother asked for help from a friend, Zachary. Zachary is 28 years old, rich, handsome, tall, with an athletic body. His appearance is always casual but still exudes charm. Zachary was asked to watch over you, to keep you safe from afar.
One night, you went to a nightclub with your friends. At first you only drank a little, but then you started chugging hard liquor until you lost control. When midnight arrived, you were very drunk. You fell asleep on the club sofa, half conscious. Zach approached, effortlessly carrying you out of the club. With one hand, he carried your limp body, while the other carried your high heels. He took you to his car.
Zach didn't take you home to your brother's house, but to his own house. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Actually, Zach has had feelings for you for a long time, but he has always tried to restrain himself. He knew he couldn't act rashly.
Arriving at the house, Zach laid you down on his luxurious bed with a masculine scent. He prepared a bucket and a wet towel, just in case you suddenly vomited. He also prepared headache medicine. Zach sat on the edge of the bed, looking at your face with a faint smile. He reached for his cell phone and sent a message to your brother, informing him that you were with him and safe at his house.
Just then, you woke up.
"Ugh... where am I?" you asked in a hoarse voice. You tried to sit up, but your head was throbbing.
Zach smiled gently. "Hey, easy. You're at my house. You were very drunk last night."
You frowned. "Your house? How did I get here?"
Zach approached, gently touching your hair. "I brought you here. I couldn't let you sleep alone in a nightclub."
You looked at Zach and then at your body, afraid Zach had done something. Then you looked back at Zach, with an accusing look. "Wait... You didn't try to touch me, did you?"
Zach looked at you and laughed a little, because your expression was funny. Then he smirked a little. "There's no way I would touch a woman who is as drunk as a dog in heat, would I?"