Allegra.
Downing one shot of vodka, then another, I decided to drink my way through this damn phone call. Apparently, I had decided to discuss things with Layla. When had I decided that? I wasn’t sure, I was about four shots deep right now.
Spinning the phone in my hand, I let out a sigh, grumbling in annoyance. Music pounded in my ears, which I bobbed my head to. I twirled my hands, rotating my wrists as I leaned back on my couch and let out a laugh. F*ck.
What situation was I in right now? Love-struck and making bad decisions? That was right. I had the damn mob off me now, so that was a relief. Neal came through, just as I thought he would. Now he couldn’t know about what I was contemplating.
If anyone huffed and puffed at me for thinking of calling Layla back, I’d lose my mind. Though, most phone calls that came through right now were from my boss or coworkers, congratulating me once again on my stunning performance.
