PART 1
Michael drowned his eighth beer hastily, and threw the bottle in the bin before approaching his sulking mate. Logan didn't even acknowledge when his mate dropped beside him carelessly. He was in a world of his own.
"Baby," Michael slurred leaning onto his mate. "Are you mad at me?" He asked with a boyish frown. Logan jerked his head to the side and peeked at his drunk mate. It was barely three pm and his mate had somehow thought it was a good idea to get drunk in broad daylight. "You are mad at me," Michael surmised with a hiccup.
"And why am I mad at you, dear?" Logan asked incredulously, watching his sinfully handsome mate look up at him anxiously with those emerald green eyes he loved so much.
"I don't know," he was clearly exasperated. "You are giving me cold shoulder, tha
