CHAPTER 20
A SON, A MOTHER, A TRUTH
ALEXANDER'S POV
I wanted to laugh–laugh at my stupidity and ignorance. What made me believe that she would come to me? Why was I too stupid to think she was going to crumble in my arms like she did that night?
Maybe it was her eyes–the way she looked at me when I brought my lips close to her. Maybe it was the way she refused to resist when I touched her, pressed her body against mine.
Or maybe it was just my inability to accept what really was–my inability to accept reality–I meant nothing to her. I wasn't the father.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid," I whispered as I poured myself another shot of whiskey. “You were… so stupid, Alex. You…messed… up."
I waited till the shot glass was overflowing with the golden liquid before finally stopping. I refused
