Author's P. O. V
"How come you didn't come to the party? Everyone was asking about you?"
"It was so boring with you there."
"Promise you'll come drink with us tomorrow night..."
Alessander thought he would loose his mind and smack one of the persistent flies that kept buzzing around him. As he walked towards his car, he distracted himself with thoughts of Rowan, and what he had said earlier.
He hated it that much?
Or was he being stubborn?
When it came to Rowan, Alessander did not know how when to or when not to take his words seriously. There were times he said somethings with his mouth but his eyes were saying somehow else.
Just like whenever they were intimate.
Alessander was convinced that Rowan was enjoying himself. After all, he wouldn't get hard if he found it painful, but whenever they finished, he had nothing good to say.
