VIOLETS POV

I came home to the utter worst smell I'd ever smelled in my life. Jasper was lounging on the sofa, a glass if whiskey in his hand. Lazily, he lifted another to me.

"I shouldn't. The kids will need to nurse soon."

"Right." He poured the alcohol into his almost empty glass, taking a sip. I sat next to him, kicking off my shoes.

"What is that smell? And why is it stronger here?" I patted the sofa.

"Stacy was here." He replied casually.

My mouth fell slack, and anger immediately overtook me.

"Excuse me?!"

"Yup." His mouth made a pop on the p. "She wanted me to...