EDRICK’S POV
I woke up to the taste of alcohol still burning the back of my throat. Again.
The sunlight stabbed through the curtains of my office like it had a personal vendetta against me. My head pounded, my eyes heavy, my chest tight.
I checked the time.
10:07 AM.
And I was already halfway through a bottle of whiskey.
Pathetic.
I dragged the bottle closer and poured another glass, my hand shaking slightly. Maybe if I drank enough, the memories would shut up. the laughter, banters, the look in her eyes when I make love to her. Alina. I didn’t even know which one haunted me more anymore.
The door opened sharply.
Adrian stepped in, froze, and his expression immediately twisted into disgust.
“Are you serious right now?” he asked, slamming the door behind him. “It’s ten in the morn
