Scott's POV

When we arrived home I took Samantha into my room and shut the door from behind.

"Scott, are you okay?" Nathan asked from outside.

"Yes."

"You're not attending the interview?? Everyone's gonna be there."

"No, I'm not." I gave a curt reply "I don't want to talk to anyone nor do I want anyone coming to my room. Y'all can go, I'll be good here."

Nathan shrugged, "Oh, okay."

With Nathan gone, I walked to the wine cellar and fetched a glass and a bottle. Samantha's watchful gaze swamped my whole body.

I shouldn't be drinking in front of her but right now I was pissed and I...