Chapter 52
GrahamThe minute Candace reached behind her and unzipped her scarlet dress, I wished she would disappear. Maybe in a puff of smoke.
We had stopped at a couple of bars after the benefit before catching a ride home. My chin fell to my chest as I thought about how I’d have to go get my car in the morning. I could practically feel the bourbon and tequila sloshing inside my skull.
I could blame the alcohol for how I ended up sitting on the edge of my bed, watching a woman I wasn’t sure I even liked take her clothes off. Or I could blame the bone-deep bruises on my ego.
Being a sore loser only added to the shame. Sure, I’d lost Alexa to that British control freak, but if that’s what she wanted, I couldn’t help her. She’d see what a mistake she was making, and I wouldn’t be there t
