27 - Back to the club.

Omarion sat on the floor in his sitting room. Everywhere was silent, as he was the only one home. His maid had gone out to get some things done. In front of him were several empty bottles of drinks which he had drunk within the last hour. Another one was in his hand as he gulped it down his throat. Anyone seeing him could tell that he was already drunk. Suddenly, he stopped drinking and dropped the bottle on the floor gently.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He questioned himself. His eyes were so red and he looked pissed, probably an effect of the alcohol he had been having continously. "What the fuck is wrong with me these days, uh?" He asked himself again.

"I mean…" he suddenly gulped. "If I ain't thinking about that bitch that betrayed me, Lizeth, I would be thinking about fucking someone to get over the thoughts of her. And that's where Rachel comes in. I have now turned to a sex freak because of this fucking heartbreak."

"Damn!" He suddenly growled and threw a bottle to the wall