NICHOLAS’ POV

Ava’s last words kept replaying in my head. If only she knew I wasn’t trying to play her. Or maybe she was correct. Those words kept on tormenting me, I think I need to drink this off.

I called my driver and headed down to a bar, hoping to feel better.

I got in as majestic as I could be, ordered a drink and began drinking slowly while my thoughts were in chaos.

The glass felt hot in my hand, the amber drink spinning like flames with every sip.

I had lost track of my ...