FORTY – FIVE
“Another shot please,” I said to the bartender. I couldn’t count how many shots of glasses I had taken but I could feel my head slightly pounding while my vision had gone blurry. After the incidental lunch back at the restaurant, Cate asked me to go to the bar, with Mason in tow and now they were probably grinding against each other while I was stuck here, sulking over my petty feelings. I hated feeling this way. “You really sure about that miss?” the bartender asked. I could feel the concern laced around his voice but it was none of his business just like I had no business over him. I nodded only, I almost fell on my seat as I fished my phone out of my bag, drunk dialling Jason. I was slightly conscious of what I was doing but all I needed was a dose of his smile, his blue eyes and a di
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