Danial Summer's POV
After the bride and groom disappeared that I have the fortune to see they sneaked out of their party, I have my adventure on my own. I was on the other side of town, with whiskey in my hand as I was leaning against the bar.
I sighed as I looked around me. People were grinding on each other, some were having their tongue on their partner's throat. Me? Well, being observant that I did not like it one bit.
I needed to get laid ASAP.
I chugged down on my drink. It burned my throat but I don't care. Maybe I liked it, to numb this aching feeling for someone. Someone that was already out of my life and maybe never return.
"One apple martini, please,"
See? Even her voice was taunting my mind as the new redhead was sitting next to me. I did not care about her as I know
