I'm sorry.

RIX’s P.O.V.

I saw him, drunk.

Why are tears approaching?

I can't stop it. It keeps on streaming down. Am I a fucking asshole?

A stupid woman?

Why am I doing this to myself?

And why am I feeling this?

A shit!

I tried to look again at the hole.

I saw nothing anymore.

The girl is gone so I went outside to check if Apollo is awake.

But he's not.

He probably drank too much alcohol to be awake by now.

Going home must've been a nightmare for him.

Harley calling…

I answered the phone.

"Do you want to go here?" He asked as soon as I answered.

I thought about it for a second. I thought about the things I would reply to.

"Is there an exciting event in there?" I asked.

"Of course! You know there's always something new you could only see, exclusively in this very club. Besides, your husband must be sleeping by now. "

Harley is good at convincing huh? I won't deny it.

He must've undergone the practice.

"But what if something happened?" I asked.

"For once, think about no one, but you. Yo