JORDAN POV
I was in the middle of an e-conference when my phone buzzed, and for a fleeting second, reality blurred, my mind thinking it was yet another hospital call.
It wasn't, but it was in fact a call for help.
Gary had texted.
His message read:
“Your girl is here.”
My girl? I knew he meant it in a respectful way, but my mind didn't get the message, and when it did, anger shot through my veins.
It had barely been a week since she stormed into the bar and made a fool of herself.
A normal human would learn from their lesson; they would stay clear of the bar, but she didn't.
Then again, when had I ever considered her normal?
Her gaze met mine, shimmering with pure, unadulterated stubbornness. She brought the glass to her lips, and before I could reach her, she downed the substan
