JAMES
I haven’t felt this crappy since the bachelors. Pain meds and booze – deadly combination. I was still a bit drunk and fucking angry.
That’s why I decided to go home. The real dilemma was, should I confront Destiny with the photos or should I just wait and let my investigator do a little snooping.
I decided to stew on it a while. My fucking head was killing me. I didn’t know what hurt more, my balls, my head or my heart. Never expected this of her, my sweet naïve Sugar.
You were complete idiot, James Barrington, to allow yourself to be duped by a pretty face and a stunning body. Again.
“Mr. Barrington, we’re here.” The driver stopped at my gate.
The latter was left wide open. Which was unusual. I tried closing it with the remote control and it didn’t close. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was Ronan’s black Audi in my driveway. That set my blood ablaze.
