Anthony’s POV
I felt like a loser. A fool at most as I watched my best f*****g friend drive out of the courtyard from my office window. My heart tugged as I stared at the back lights of her car and even after her car disappeared around the corner, I continued to stare at the gate, wishing I could change everything that had happened ever since Ida showed up. Just thinking about made me feel even more restless and helpless.
I sighed and walked away from the window then stopped when I heard the door of my office open. I gritted my teeth at the sight of Ida. She approached me with a sad look on her face. I was not in the mood to ask questions about it. I turned away and crossed the other side of the room to the table that held all my drinks. I picked up a glass and grabbed a bottle of whiske
