Axel
I chugged down the remaining liquid in my tumbler, pushing it aside.
Okay, that was like my fourth glass of whiskey today. I had a lot to do and getting drunk seemed nice but it wasn't on the list of what I should be doing, given the workload of paperwork that I had to tend to.
But how was I supposed to focus on work when my mind wouldn't stop drifting away from it every two seconds to the dark-haired woman who was just a few feet away from me right outside the door? My obsession was eating at me so badly, and it couldn't help but dawn on me that being utterly immersed in someone was never the best option because, despite the burning hatred I felt towards her, I was craving her presence so badly that it made me feel incomplete without her.
I have never been this disoriented and ea
