CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Well, blocking was quite an extravagant word for being an unfortunate victim. Maya had been leaning close to me so she involuntarily ended up being the blocking board of the fist. But that didn't seem to stop Tawan. He reached over, grabbed the collars of my shirt in my moment of distraction.
"You are drunk, Tawan," I said, attempting to detach his hands while hoping he'd come down.
"Drunk?" He chuckled, " Apparently not enough to be blind to your backstabbing moves. You claimed we were friends and you go behind my back for the one man I really want," and the fist this time didn't miss my jaw unfortunately. Okay, he was good at this; almost too good.
Agreeably enough, I deserved that.
"Can you calm the f**k down? You just hurt Maya," I snapped, this time not being
