EMMA’S POVI am seated alone and the bartender is polishing a glass in a slow, circular motion. Every few seconds, he glances toward the crowd, which is quite necessary, after the quick arrest.I drag a finger across the rim of my glass, tracing where beads have gathered. My drink is untouched, the ice halfway melted.I don’t even like being here.But I needed a place where no one would ask me questions and where everyone minds their own sins.I take a small sip and it burns my throat mildly, reminding me that I’m still awake.The last twelve hours have felt like a week.I can still see Alex’s face earlier today, that cold, unreadable look he gets whenever something doesn’t go his way. We were in his office. A meeting that started professional and ended with me slamming the door just so I wouldn’t say something I’d regret.He has that effect on me: pulls me in, drags something raw out of me, then leaves me gasping like I ran through fire.And yet, here I am, thinking about him.I hate
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