Cassie had never been good with alcohol, everyone in that room could see it but stubbornness had always been one of her greatest strengths and one of her most dangerous flaws.
She refused to let Drake see her c***k. She refused to be the weak link in a room filled with men who believed she didn't belong there.
Her tolerance was embarrassingly low, but the fire in her chest burned hotter than the liquor she kept forcing down. She wanted that deal. She wanted that victory.
She wanted to prove that she wasn't the fragile, easily intimidated woman people assumed she was.
By the fifth round, she believed the drinking would end. By the seventh, she knew she had miscalculated the sheer insanity of wealthy men with sky-high alcohol tolerance.
And by the time Sebastian stepped out
