"It's funny how you asked me to be careful and got yourself drugged, Sir. Why is wisdom always better when applied to others?" My sweet Bella asked me and I stumbled on my steps.
"But you offered me the juice. I couldn't have denied it."
"Mr. Atticus, I never offered you any drink. What are you talking about?" What am I talking about? What are you talking about, my sweet, sweet Rose?
"But that bartender told me you offered me the drink. The very bartender you were talking to and paid him the tip. So I drank it. It was tasty." I said bitterly. It was my jealousy, I knew. I was f*****g jealous. But can I be blamed? She was so beautiful. So enchanting.
"But do you know what is more delicious, Bella?" I asked her, leaning closer to her. She swallowed visibly, making me smile.
"You." I rep
