Author's POV

She stubbornly reassured herself he was the one and was just playing hard to get as she walked towards the point he took a seat.

She reached the spot and leaned on the table which had a bottle of whiskey on it, staring at him as he stared at his phone and didn't spare her a glance.

Without breaking her gaze, she walked and took a seat beside him, leaning on his shoulder as he stared at her confusingly, adjusting to the edge of the seat.

She moved closer to him, tugging onto his arm, snuggling closer to him.

"Get your hands of me, slut!!" He fired angrily....