Brandon hungrily kissed his woman. He still craved Alcohol, but he knew the taste of Sophia’s lips was like a drug. Neither he used to get over it before. Neither now. And who needed Alcohol when he had his personal cocaine with him?

An idiot probably, but he was a fool, a self-aware fool. Who knew with whom he wanted to die, cocaine or Alcohol?

A smile appeared on his lips when Sophia started kissing him back with the same affection and love which she used to kiss him then. He wrapped one hand around her waist, and well, he wasn’t the only one who had wrapped his hand around...