Donovan
I knew most of the Alphas would be in the bar, so I avoided going anywhere near it. The last thing I needed was to pretend to be social. The decision to go to the gym to work out my thoughts on the punching bags wasn't conscious, but as soon as I stepped foot inside, I knew it was what I needed.
I stripped my shirt off and got to work pounding my frustrations out with my fists. There wasn't anyone else there to point out that I was still in my suit pants and oxford shoes, not that I would've cared even if the place was packed full.
Sweat was streaming down my back and dripping in my eyes by the time I stopped. There was really only one option and I knew it. I had to blurt it out before I even entered the room fully. Forget the delicate, perfect words that would ease her into t
