Carlson Coleman's POV
After work today, I went to a bar. I didn't feel like going home I couldn't feel anything. I felt lost and empty. Enzo's words were stuck in my head.
What do I do? How do I fix this?
"I warned you, but you didn't listen. You're Carlson Coleman, you always think you know everything. I told you that everything you were doing to him would come back and bite you in the ass," Jeremy said. I had called him over because I needed advice, and I knew he was the best person for it, but right now I was regretting my choice.
"Are you going to help me or just sit there and make me feel worse?" I picked up my glass of scotch and drank it in one go. Then I refilled it and downed it again. Jeremy took the bottle from me.
"Drinking won't solve the problem. But seriously, what were you thinking, kissing him like that? Talking to him like that? You don't own him." he reprimanded as if I don't know know.
