CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
JEALOUS
RHETT’POV
"You are f*****g pathetic, you know that?"
Ink's laughter echoes inside my head, rich with amusement. My wolf has been enjoying my misery far more than any decent creature should.
"f**k you," I mutter under my breath before taking another swallow of whiskey.
Two things are painfully obvious at this point.
I'm drunk.
And I'm desperate.
Embarrassingly, hopelessly desperate. It’s the kind of desperation that makes you cling to the first excuse you get just to be close to her. So what if tonight is all an act? So what if every smile she gives me is fake? It's real on my side. That's all that matters.
For a few stolen hours, I get to keep her tucked against my side. I get to breathe in the scent of her perfume, feel the warmth of her body pressed
