~CLAIR~

I didn't answer him.

"Why?", he asked. "What's wrong in tasting the mixture of cocktail and vodka?", I asked him with raised brows. "You did what?", he asked in surprise and I rolled my eyes.

"Where is the bimbo?", I asked him. "Chloe is not a bimbo", he defended. "I meant girlfriend!", I said sharply. He frowned. "She's not my girlfriend. Why are you saying this?", he asked in confusion. "Why did you let her kiss you?", I asked as tears burned in my eyes.

"Is that why you left?", he asked and I could see guilt in his eyes. I looked away and bit my lips. I didn't...