I grabbed my broken phone off the floor and tossed it on my desk. I took my whiskey bottle and brought it to my lips, taking an enormous gulp. I hissed as it burned the back of my throat, but it’s a good burn. A burn that made my body tingle. I threw the empty bottle of whiskey against the wall.
Listening to the rain of glass fall as it shattered against the wall. Who the f**k was that guy at the coffee shop with Amelia? Why the hell would she do that to me? Meet with someone behind my back. If she didn’t want to be with me, she could have just said something.
The phone in my office was ringing, so I stumbled around my desk, knocking the phone off the desk trying to answer it. I sat in my black leather chair and placed my head on my desk. I gave up on the ringing phone, let
