Jasper’s POV
Xesha didn’t answer my call right away, as if she were deliberately ignoring me. I called several times and paused for a moment before calling again.
After several attempts, she finally answered, but with a cold tone I’d never heard from her before.
“What else do you want?” she asked, not at all the sweet Xesha I used to know.
I’d hoped Xesha would ask how I was doing today after what happened yesterday. But there were no questions. Only a sarcastic remark I’d hoped I’d never hear from her.
“Xesha, I was really drunk yesterday,” I said.
“So?” she asked coldly.
I stammered. “I don’t remember anything. I even thought I woke up at your house—next to you. But I don’t know what Antonio thinks so that he drove me home.”
She didn’t answer, but I could hear t
