JADE

"Fuck my life," I sighed dramatically as I hit my head continuously on the table where I was seated at. 

I had come in a little earlier with Saint as usual and he had gone down to the basement. The bar was yet to be opened for the day so I was seated with Betty. 

Her mouth fell open each time as I told her about me and Saint and what has been going on between us. After I told her about the last incident, she had gulped down all her remaining drink once and stared at ...