~Ayden~
I swirled the last of the tequila in my glass as I motioned for Max to bring me another round. It was my newest routine. Drink tequila, get s**t-faced, head to my suite, and pass out. It made the evenings go faster, but it didn't help. Not one day had passed without me running into Mia.
To expect anything less made me a fool. I’m the one who f****d things up between us. It all started with Izzy’s arrival. It snowballed from there.
The version of Mia I fell for wasn’t the version Wesley was painting. The woman who owned my heart would never cheat on me because someone once cheated on her. This time, it appeared she was the cheater.
As much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t ignore what I saw in her eyes the night she confronted Wesley. Pain. Tremendous pain. I never noticed that
