Adrian's POV
I wanted her to say something, but she wouldn't just stop drinking.
I think she finds it so hard to tell me about her miserable life.
I wonder what she did today at the house. Perhaps someone came in here to challenge her or insult her or something because what I am seeing in her eyes wasn't just being hurt, but disappointment too. Something did happen to her, and I must know.
She didn't allow me to concentrate better at work. I kept thinking about her sexy body all through and she actually thinks she is going to get away with that too?
I must have a taste of what I have been daydreaming about all day long. HER BODY.
"At this rate, you are going to get drunk." I acted as if I cared, whereas I truly wanted her drunk.
"I don't think I care anymore." She softly spoke.
