~ Carter’s POV ~
I find myself staring at the empty wine glass sitting on the table in front of me. In my hand, I’m holding a matching glass and it’s filled to the top with some Cabernet Sauvignon.
Drinking alone is not a problem for me, but missing on the opportunity to have her sit across from me for a drink, now that feels like a rejection.
Normally, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about some call girl. This isn’t my first rodeo. Ever since I had to take over the company from my parents, my lifestyle changed drastically. All of a sudden, I go from a reckless, no responsibility, live for my own pleasures kind of a guy to someone who’s in charge of a billion dollar company with hundreds and thousands of employees relying on me for their jobs. I had no time to waste on girls or anything lik
