James' POV:
It seemed that I needed to get drunk to make me feel better tonight. How many bottles had I drunk? I lost count. I just wanted to get wasted quickly so that I could forget the unpleasant things of today. Why was Stella all cozy with that old fart Elliott? They went to buy gifts together today and were all lovey-dovey in the billiard room. It was annoying to see them together. They even drank the same bottle of water while there were so many bottles in the billiard room. What was up with that?! He even wanted to lift up her shirt to check her waist. Did he have a death wish or something? Didn't he know that Stella was mine? I was really about to lose it.
By the way, I just wanted to scare her today, but I didn't expect the ball to really hit her waist. That must've hurt, right
