Chapter 138 Mister Serious(1)

• I got home the next morning. The house was silent, and a feeling of déjà vu crept over me as I stumbled up the stairs. My legs wobbled. I could swear the railing had doubled, so I missed it a few times. I may have stopped by a random club for some shots to relieve myself instead of putting me and Malik through pain. Thinking back to pathetic me dancing with a stranger, I wished I had come straight home to Malik.
• Waylen was also there. But I wasn’t so sure anymore. It was probably the drinks that conjured him. Stupid, foolish, bastard man.
• The main problem and reason for heading to that club hadn’t been resolved. The flesh between my legs still tingled. I thought drinking would take away the feelings and also prevent Malik from knowing the visit was futile, but it only heightened them.