UNLOVABLE
Cole sat in the private sector of the bar, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand as he watched Jade, who was drowning her sorrows in a seemingly endless stream of drinks.
The tension was palpable; it was clear to him that Alexander was the source of her outrage, leaving his mark on her yet again.
“How dare he say that to my face?” Jade erupted, slamming back another mouthful of whiskey, her fourth glass already. She was furious, her voice trembling with the weight of it.
“What did he do this time?” Cole asked, feigning interest, though he could guess.
“Am I that unlovable?” she shot back, but then quickly cut him off. “No, don’t tell me. I’m not interested in your pity.”
Cole leaned back in his chair, silence stretching between them as he poured himself another glass of
