IVAN'S POV
I did not want to be in this godforsaken place. Anywhere else would be preferable. Maybe the office or the kitchen of my home….with Reign in it.
I sighed, remembering how cold she was to me this morning. I deserved it after all. I shoved my hands in my pants trousers and snatched up a flute of champagne from a passing waitress. I downed it one go before giving up and moving to the bar. I wanted to get drunk and forget everything and everybody.
My father
Melanie
Reign.
The hurt from my father's words had faded and in its place was the need to do better. To release myself from the shackles that were holding me down. What then was the reason for my bad mood? I was irritated and pissed off.
Maybe it has something to do with a redhead who has green eyes, a voice in my head
