◇Dean ◇
He glanced at the phone screen, a picture of him kissing her hands, her face tears streaked.
She looked like she had been crying for some quiet time.
And he …..he looked like he'd comforted her.
Maybe she had been telling him how cruel he was to her, how much he had hurt her.
Rage twisted in his chest, he slammed the phone face down onto his office desk with a loud thud.
He needed a strong drink.
Without a second thought, he grabbed his keys, the phone forgotten on the table, and stormed out of his office, slamming the door so hard the glass rattled in its frame.
He drove to his regular bar, and as soon as he walked in, the bartender gave him a knowing nod,
“The usual?”
He didn't answer, he just threw himself onto the stool and rubbed his temple, his jaw tight.
“Make it
