Chapter thirty-five

Alec's POV:

I bury my head in my hands, groaning.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

I promised myself that I'll never hurt her. I knew that if I tell her the truth, it will hurt her and put her in a compromising position, but not telling her also hurt her nevertheless and I'll never forgive myself.

Riley is disappointed in me now and I hate that feeling. I wish I could go back in time and do things better, to have the guts to look vulnerable in front of her.

I knew I needed to make things better, but I was giving her time to cool down. To be honest, I am too ashamed to face her right now.

I get up from the couch and walk toward the bar situated in the corner across from the fireplace and the sitting area.

I pour scotch into a glass and bring it to my lips but it falls to the floor mid-way, making a mess on my feet.

I suck a breath and press a hand where I felt the sting in my chest. I knew immediately that something happened to Riley.