"I'm not a fan of those who would rather hide from their problems," Zion greets as I roll my eyes. The cold wind blows against my skin, shivers running down my spine as Zion leans against the balcony railing next to me. He sets a bottle of whisky on the marble railing, passing me over a glass. "You're the one who needs a drink here."
"Yah, and I wonder why," I snap, running my hands through my hair as I groan. "You know what, Zion," I begin, my voice sharp. "It's all because you got a little too involved in someone's personal life."
Zion opens the whisky, pouring me a glass as I let out a deep breath. Grabbing the glass, I take a sharp swing, wanting to just throw it all over his face. No doubt that silky Italian suit he wears would be ruined by his expensive whisky. "I was involved beca
