Ryker’s P.O.V
I was sitting at a bar alone, the place I spend most of my day and night, drowning my sorrows. I haven’t heard from Alena, and I haven’t reached out to her either because I don’t even know if she wants to talk to me. I can’t blame her for that, though. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either after what happened. I had drunk loads already, trying to block everything out. However, it never seemed to be working. It was like my body was immune to it, which isn’t fair since I could be doing with getting wasted tonight of all nights. I know it isn’t my smartest idea. I should find the courage and go and talk to her. I hated that I was such a weak-assed man. A real man would have chased after her and not let her just walk away like that.
“Do you want another?” The barman aske
