CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
DRUNK INFATUATIONS
ZADE’S POV
Being stood up for a date, sucks balls. I’ve never experienced it but I know a few guys who did. But being walked out of a date with absolutely no explanation, well, that is the actual s**t berg. People were staring. I knew that. I could feel their gazes burning holes in my back and all around me. This was not part of the agreement. We were supposed to sell the idea that we truly wanted to be married. Not the exact opposite. Rumors would fly; I knew that.
Fuck!
I pushed my desert away, signaling for our waitress to hand me the check. I could almost see the look of pity in her eyes. But I refused to acknowledge it. Instead, I paid the bill and walked over to the receptionist to grab my coat.
“She left her coat too. Should I give you t
