~Hermes~

Fuck.

I leave the restroom after that bastard goes out. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want to do anything.

For a moment, I wanted to smash his head on the sink, but then I remember—

It’s not my fucking problem.

I don’t own June.

I don’t.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache already clawing through. I need a drink. I need the party to be over.

"Mr. Grande." Paul stops me midway to the drink section. Wrong fucking timing.

My jaw ticks. "What is ...