HIRAM’S POV:
Getting wasted is one of the top-tier things I live for. When I say wasted, I mean getting so high that the hangover doesn’t completely wear off until the evening of the next day. That’s where I’m at the moment.
When I get enough rest, I throw my eyes open to see that Alex is gone. Lazily, I stretch my arms, tapping around the bed until my hand lands on my phone. I pick it up and bring it to my face to check the time.
It’s six in the evening. There are missed call notifications, so I hurry to check them, but my expression falls when I see that none of them are from Juniper.
I let out a sigh and push my feet out of bed. What did I expect from someone I told I didn’t want commitment? As I head to the bathroom to take a bath, I wonder if she thought about me, because she is a
