CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
LAMON’S POV
I knew I f****d up the moment he left the room. Yet, like a coward I didn’t run after him like those cheesy scenes from movies. No, I sat down with remain bottle of liquor, seeking solace at the bottom of my glass and wishing tonight had gone different. I wished I could have had more time to listen to his bad singing. But now I know it’s a decision I can’t go back and change. I had to stay vigilant to it. Suddenly Flex rushed in, his chest pumping a little too hard.
“Anurak just left in the back of taxi,” He said but on noticing my look, he sighed,” What did you do now?”
“Its for the best,” I replied simply, chugging down the drink in my glass. I could barely taste the alcohol on my tongue. All I could of was Anurak and how I was certain he was going to ha
