CHAPTER 50
Honey's (P.O.V) It was so dark, so I assumed he had already gone home. How did I walk right past him and not notice his presence? He held a glass cup in his hand with an empty scotch bottle beside him, he was leaning sloppily in the sofa making him look messy with an unbuttoned loose collar and his tie hung around his neck. He was always so well put together seeing him like this was appalling. "Why are you here?" He repeated. "I'm just making copies. My printer ran out of ink." I answered. "Make your copies than leave." He said resting his head back against the sofa closing his eyes. I felt bad that he has insomnia what a way to suffer. Having a long day and not being able to rest at night must be terrible. No wonder he's an ass hole all the time, he handles it very well if he's just gr
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