ZAYN’s POV.
Two hours ago
I am usually not a liquor person but I can’t stop, not when it feels like I am about to f*****g implode. Something is definitely wrong but I can’t seem to place it yet.
The way she spoke, the way she called me Mr Hernandez, the way she was all clingy and stuff. Avery was never like that and at this point I don’t know if it’s her pregnancy hormones.
I gulp down another glass again and my office door pushes open, Adolfo saunters in, a sleazy smile on his face as usual.
“What’s up man?” He asks, lowering himself on the chair opposite me, “I came to get some work done and your security told me you were still in. I mean you are always ready to go home to your wife” his eyes drop to the bottle of whisky in front of me and a slight frown forms on his face.
“And you
