Are's pov
Instead of me going home, I went straight to the office and called Steve to pick me up later on.
I had already ordered six bottles of margaritas and wine.
It'll be my little punishment. I hope Valerie forgives me. Before I even went for the interview, I checked on her and heard her cry that broke something within me, something I never knew existed.
I mixed them all up and began drinking. It wasn't my usual style but at least I've got to forget about what happened one way or the other.
I made her cry.
I drowned my sorrows, emptying bottle after bottle until my vision blurred into a hazy fog. I barely registered the door creaking open, followed by hurried footsteps.
Steve burst in, eyes wide with concern. "What the hell have you done to yourself?" he snapped, knocking the t
