“Grant!?” I shouted his name several times as I walked around looking for him when I heard his voice from the bedroom, and I ran without waiting another second and stopped and saw him sitting at the foot of the bed still wearing pajama pants since yesterday and watching me amused as if I had not worried almost half to death for him.
“Jennifer.” he sounded so solemn that I just looked at him anxiously and looked around at the bottles lying around him, he was drunk.
“What the hell are you doing !?” I hissed at him, trying to control my upset emotions because he was still breathing the i***t where he sat and looked like he had no worries in the whole world.
I went forward and snatched the bottle from his hand so his eyes got darker, and I looked at him wickedly at where he sat and co
