Hollywood Zenith

His drinking capacity was among the best among his peers, it could be said he could win most of the time, but Samuel was a different breed.

His face was already flushed, like he was about to die. He looked at Samuel's calm complexion while holding the empty bottle. It gave him some newfound desire to beat him, but in the end, he could only drink two third before raising the white flag.

Seeing his opponent had lost, Samuel looked toward the others. The show must go on!

"Come on, who is next? Grab the bottle!" As he said, Joseph staggered to the side, making way for others.

Such oblivious provocation; how could they just sit back and watch his smug face? They couldn't believe he would be able to everyone here!

The second person was not a good opponent; he gave up after barely finishing half a bottle. Samuel was still standing and called for his next contender. 

" Next?"

One after another, Samuel had put dozen of them in the 'casket'; he had already drunk six or seven bottles of pure vodka. It was getting dangerous.

" That's enough. Sami, do you want to die? Drinking this fast, you would wound up in the hospital!" Seeing that he wanted to continue, Paige couldn't stand still. There was no way he would be fine after that!

She grabbed his hand, which was reaching for another filled bottle.

" Don't worry, I am okay. I know my limits." Samuel looked almost soberly without any slurring or bobbing; he didn't even hiccup, not even once! His system was working at full throttle, detoxifying alcohol in his system.

" What the hell is going on?" Paige looked at him suspiciously. There was something wrong here, she knew about his capacity, and it was impossible to become this 'powerful' in such a short period. One couldn't just increase their alcohol tolerance overnight, right?

The battle continued for another half an hour, after which only a handful of second-generation people were left standing. Others were either blabbering or passed out in the corner.

They looked at Samuel horrifiedly; empty bottles lay around the table with his sitting between them like some god? The passed-out people looked like 'corpses', a would-be sacrificed for his 'decent'?

" Well, well, you are not backing down, are you? I mean, didn't someone say he who would not drink would be a 'bitch'? I am still waiting with this bottle in my hand." He spoke slowly, but it had a profound effect.

Some of the barely awake people sat back up to have another go while the newcomers also took their seats. They would not 'die' before taking back their honour!

After another twenty minutes, the situation was resolved. Samuel was the last man standing in the end, as none of the others could even lift a finger.

Paige tactfully called some of her people and sent them to empty hotel rooms. She could bunk them together, but why reject perfectly fine money? Take them to the deluxe room, yes, move them separately and charge a total price in the morning. She ordered.

Tonight the revenue would be good.

" Sami, are you okay?" Paige got up close and seemingly asked with a concerned face. Sibylla was already down, only drinking beer. It appeared she was a very light drinker; she did complete Samuel for his achievement for some time while awake.

" Of course, I am fine. Didn't you see me beat them so easily?" Samuel said smugly.

" Hehe, yeah, I enjoyed it a lot! You really drank, did it, and I can see you are still sober?" She went along with a broad smile on her face.

"Of course, I am fine. I must have drank like ten bottles of this stuff?" Samuel was taken aback by her sudden caring nature but didn't dwell on it.

" Close, eleven. Hehe, you know I was wondering about something." She got closer to him; her breath smelled like alcohol, but her blushed cheeks made her look insanely hot.

" W-what?" He looked at her plump lips, a bit surprised by her aggressiveness. 

"I vividly remember that night you could barely finish one bottle of Hennessy." Shit! Samuel made a severe lapse of judgement. He didn't like where she was going with this!

" Them, I sure you must have done those things deliberately?" They were centimetres away from kissing.

Samuel got overwhelmed for a while and forgot how to reply to her; how could he possibly explain it now?

" W-well, Paige, to tell you the truth, I have been drinking a lot lately. Besides, it was a battle; I can't possibly explain it, but I was really drunk that night." Samuel started pulling his act by 'being' drunk.

" What the hell are you talking about?"

" Don't you believe me? I think the alcohol started to kick in." Samuel leaned forward, but Paige dodged him. She knew he was lying through his teeth, but she had to protect her chastity this time! Who knew what he would do this time?!

Samuel was trembling now; he knew he was done for. Now he only wanted to survive while looking at her fierce eyes.

She was grinning heavily while murmuring, "Samuel, you are finished! You are really finished!"

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That night, Samuel was passed out on the bed. The drinking took a massive toll on his body; he could barely move and constantly had to go to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Unbeknownst to himself, the door of his presidential suite opened ever so slowly. It was pushed with utmost care not to alert him.

Paige, with a gloomy expression, carefully entered the bedroom. She was tiptoeing without making any unnecessary sound, almost like a ninja sneaking closer and closer to his prey.

It was very dark when she entered the room, but a subtle hint of moonlight peered through the open window. It was a cloudy night with no stars on the horizon, and just looking at it would give one a strange sense of dread. 

Her silhouette could be seen getting closer to his bed. After reaching it, she bent down along it and went for something in her pocket.

Samuel was half-asleep, but he could swear he saw her movements along the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly the clouds parted, making way for the moonlight, which hit the object as it brilliantly shone, making him wince at the sudden luminescence. 

He opened his eyes to the silver light and saw Paige grinning hideously from ear to ear while holding a large pair of scissors. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out of his throat; he tried to struggle, but his body didn't move...

She lunged at his lower part with bottleneck speed, and all he could feel was a sharp pain.....

Suddenly he woke up in his bed, his back drenched with sweat. Although his body burned, his back was icy cold, remembering her face.

He involuntarily touched his lower member and was glad it was still there. He covered his face from the upcoming sunlight, it was already morning, and he had just had a bad dream.

He still remembers his fixation on using the scissor emoji and how she looked when they left the party yesterday. This was not resolved as both insisted they were right; Samuel couldn't possibly tell her the reason, so he had to make up several more lies.

While ultimately made the situation worse, and by the time they left with Sibylla, Paige was adamant about making him pay for that night's torture.

He was covered in sweat, so he promptly approached the shower. His mind was rushing, and the only solution he could think of was to stay away from Paige for some time; otherwise, he might lose his manhood in his sleep.

After showering, he ensured everything was locked, and no one came at night for him. It was a safety concern that he had to prioritise. 

Looking at the time, it was a little over six o'clock; he was sure none would be awake, making it the perfect window of opportunity to escape! He was already 'healed' because of his regenerative titles, which must have been working nonstop so that his liver didn't explode!

He had to think fast; it would not be a big deal to ditch the second generation. He could talk with them over the phone and had to meet Liliana and Rosaline. Among these crazy days, he failed to mention his arrival in States.

He knew what Paige was thinking because she told him she believed he was only pretending to be drunk that night. Whatsmore he duped not only her but Maia and Iblis too! The door that was supposedly unlocked was also on purpose..... Samuel didn't have a good time arguing against these accusations. 

Thinking about everything, he decided to leave quickly. He packed his luggage and took off of the hotel cars that would drop him off in his Beverly Hills mansion. He knew she would eventually learn about his location, but he would be long gone when she arrived.