POV: Dusten
The hotel room was dead quiet except for the soft sound of ice clinking inside a glass.
I stood by the minibar with my jaw tight while pouring myself another glass of vodka.
Then I grabbed the glass and swallowed everything in one go.
The alcohol burned down my throat painfully.
But it wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough.
My grip tightened around the empty glass before I hurled it across the room with a crash!
The glass slammed against the wall and shattered into countless pieces across the floor.
“f**k!”
My voice echoed through the suite.
“f**k! f**k! f**k!”
I dragged one hand roughly through my hair before pacing across the room like a madman.
Nothing was going according to plan.
Nothing.
Not only had Naomi somehow found the courage to call me and speak to me like
