The moment he stepped foot on the bar, he knew that there was only one thing he would like to do. Drown himself in his sorrow. Although he never believed in alcohol as an answer to a problem. Tonight, he just wanted to forget and numbed the pain he felt upon her rejection.
"What are you having?" The bartender acknowledged his presence as he sat down in front of the bar. He usually came here with his friends, but never alone like this.
"Give me a scotch on the rocks." He placed his card on the table. "Just keep it coming." He instructed.
He quickly downed one glass of the premium alcohol and waited for the next one. As he stared at the amber liquid inside the glass, his thoughts immediately went to the scene earlier.
He could not understand Scarlet's reason for breaking up with her. For turning down his offer to marry him. He could only think of one possible real reason for her decision. It had to do with his damn inheritance.
