Chapter 156 I'm Not Going To Lose Her

• Matt;
• It’s driving me insane, pushing me into the arms of my dearest friend, Mrs. Whisky.
• Last night, I found myself at the bar in my movie theater—the very place where Victoria and I got drunk together for the first time. My irritating father and his insufferable wife showed up for an unexpected "visit." That night, I almost kissed her. Damn it, I should have kissed her. Having her so close yet not being able to touch her was unbearable. Come on, Rothschild, accept it; ever since you saw her at that damned party, you've wanted her. You like her—no, you love her.