CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
I stopped outside my door, my hand hesitant to use the keycard for some reason. I was tipsy but for some reason I did not want to walk in and be alone with my thoughts. Sliding the key card back into the pockets of my knee length brown coat, I made my way to Ray’s room which was actually right next to mine. One knock and a few seconds later he already had the door open.
“Chanel, I-Hold up, are you drunk? Its only one-thirty in the afternoon,” he exclaimed, eyes widened.
“Don’t judge me, okay?” It came out sharper than I intended.
“Chanel,” He sighed and then pulled me into a hug. For a few seconds, I just froze against his embrace and slowly my defenses began to weaken as the emotions rushed to the surface. No. I couldn’t let Ray see me cry. I pushed him away, almost
