Adam’s P.O.V
I woke up to a loud ass bang. Like a door just swinging open and hitting the wall without any reserve. That’s how I knew that firstly, that person was a guy and secondly, that that guy was angry. I sat up sharply, making my head spin and my lower back protest painfully.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes and trying to focus on the blurry hulking figure that stood in the doorway. That is the last time I smoke hubbly mixed with vodka, I swear. I looked down, deciding to try and focus on the figure that lay beside me. As my vision became clearer, my heart dropped more into my stomach.
So it wasn’t just a dream.
“How could you?” a strangely familiar voice seethed coldly. I snapped my head back to the doorway where Beau was standing with an angry look on his face. His eyes were rimme
