Rhett’s POV.
The metallic taste of the alcohol hits the back of my throat, making me gag but I’d gotten over it immediately. The alcohol didn’t help me feel better, as I had wanted. The more I had wanted to make myself believe that everything was a lie and scripted, the more Nora’s face came back to mind.
She didn’t look remorseful of what she had done and to add more salt to the wound, she had jerked forward to attack Jude, just to show how she despises him.
My finger swirled around the top of the cup, as I stared into it, realizing that it was almost empty. I was still sober, but I reek of the alcohol. “You can’t drown yourself in alcohol.” Beta Wyatt uttered, taking the seat beside me.
“Who said I’m drowning myself in alcohol?”I raised my brows and at the same, took a swing of my
