CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Dominic's POV
"Another one," I slurred eyeing the waitress.
"Sir... You are drunk. I’m afraid I won't give you another drink," She muttered, her gaze fluttering around in fear. Did she just refuse me a drink I was going to pay for with my own money?
"What the f**k is wrong with you? Do you want to get fired? Do you know who I’m? If you had been reading the tabloid you’d know that I’m Dominic f*****g Valiente and I can ruin your life so fast you could barely... “I dawdled to a stop, a loud burp escaping my lips.
"Just give me another f*****g glass dammit!" I hit the counter a bit too hard, receiving a few stares from other people in the bar.
"I got him," I raised one eyebrow staring right into Andre questioning glance.
I didn’t need his baby
