-Roman-
(30 minutes before Roman called Riley)
"Are you not drinking?" Feyona asked as I pushed the glass of whiskey towards her. Her lips tilted downwards as she gave me a pensive look, and I had seen that look. Whenever I tried to do something for her, something good or nice, she always gave me that look, as if she didn't know what to think about me.
It was the same way she looked at me when I asked her to marry me. I should have known then that was not a normal reaction.
"Get the hell out of here and call Riley back," Karl growled, and I could feel his agitation. He was angry that I had hung up the phone call from Riley. "And tell her nothing will ever happen between you and this soul-sucking b*tch."
"Karl, we don't call a woman b*tch."
"Yeah, but she isn't a woman," Karl said
