CHAPTER TWELVE
I had stopped counting the drinks after the first one and I knew I was drunk but I didn’t feel quite there yet because single word in that exchange between Dane and I, was veery much fresh in my mind. I reached for the refilled glass again but Raymond stopped me.
“Are you okay? I mean, I know I’m tipsy but this is not you. You called me out of nowhere, asked me to pick you up and since we dropped by the club again, you’ve been drinking like someone is on your heels,”
“You want to know? Guess what? My life is not perfect. My marriage is just a sham,” I whispered in hoarse voice. I wasn’t crying anymore but that didn’t mean it had stopped hurting.
“You and Dane had a fight?” He questioned.
My gaze flitted across the now less crowded club, falling on Racheal and Dotty hav
