Manhattan Storm (From Manhattan Book 3) by V. Theia

Author:V. Theia [Theia, V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

C H A P T E R 18

Theo

Two more months, four days and some hours later.

“To king!” Chants of my name ring through the whole first floor of the boiler room bar causing partial deafness.

The party has been going on for hours. I’m officially twenty-one years old and drunk off my ass. So soaked in booze I slump back in the booth in the upstairs private area where me and my boys lap up the VIP treatment.

“More beer!” I yell to whoever is listening, knowing someone will run down and get it.

On cue, a jug appears minutes later.

My stomach doesn’t want more, but my hand reaches for the glass before Bear has even filled it to the top and I drain half. Big mistake. My stomach starts to gurgle.

My birthday…the big one too, the one all men wait for and I felt about as happy as a wild animal with its dick caught in a trap. This party’s to appease my friends because I’d rather be anywhere else.

I’d trade in my truck and all the savings in my bank account not to be here pretending I’m having a good time.

Slumping down in the black bucket seat, I lay my head on the cushioning and study the party going on around me like a stranger seeing everyone for the first time.

I feel out of place.

I can’t lie and say I don’t know what is wrong with me. We all know why. I haven’t been the same for months.

Oh, I got good at pretending really fast just to keep everyone off my back.

I’m fine. I’m over it. I got good at saying those words.

It isn’t easy to carry on with daily life and not have the answers to why my life imploded out of nowhere.

Losing a girlfriend I imagine would be hard for anyone when you’re not the one to end the relationship, being dumped is never fun.

But losing a girlfriend who was my best friend too?

She shattered me.

The space in my mind that racks over every conversation we had in those six months is obsessed in knowing why, trying to pinpoint where it went wrong, what did I do that she can so easily leave me in the way that she did?

It eats up hours and hours of lying in bed, moping like a prick.

It’s the not knowing why that kills me.

What did I do wrong?

What could I have done differently to stop the woman I was completely gone over from leaving me?

And not until anger infests my brain and takes me over do I drop the wondering why. There’s no reason at all, therefore there’s no forgiveness in me.

I’m done with it.

Once anger becomes my default setting, I put Bexley to the back of my mind and never think of her again.

A heavy hand lands on my shoulder, causing me to wince. Bear has a hand like a shovel. “Having a good time, king?”

I look up at the two of him looking back at me. “Absolutely, man.”

“You know who’s checking you out, don’t you? She’s had her naughty eyes all over you since we walked in.

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