18: I Love You

ALEXANDER

I wanted to scream, yell or just break something to vent my frustrations. If not for my cousin Liam who is already in my bed, I would be drinking my thoughts away. Christian is getting under my skin, fast. Earlier in the club, I had to curb my anger when I realized he had lied to me. So much for 'I will be working late but from home' bullshit. I had suggested we make a getaway to my suite for some hours, but he declined with a good reason, which I understood until I saw his face in that club.

I threw my wet towel in the laundry basket and snuggled closer to Liam. He must have felt my emotions because he repositioned himself, laying my head on his slim chest, and he held me to sleep, no further words exchanged.

When I woke up in the morning, I had a massive hangover. Tequila and I seem not to get along like we used to.

Luckily, I had some Advil in my bathroom cabinets, which came in handy.

I checked on Liam briefly before I hopped into the shower and got ready for work.