Ace's POV
"What the hell is your problem? Go after her."
"I can't." I told him, feeling like s**t. I was f*****g everything up but that was me a big f**k up.
"Yes, you can and what the hell happened to your face?" he asked, coming closer.
"I had to take care of someone."
"What is going on with you? I haven't seen you act like this in a long time. Are you drinking again?"
"No, would you get off my back and leave me alone."
"No, I won't. You just let the best thing that has ever happened to you walk away and you won't go after her. Don't let her walk away."
I ignored his statement and went back into my office and locked the door. I sat down and took another big chug out of my water bottle. I sat there drinking down the last of my vodka looking through the pictures of Berkley
