Chapter 21: Bad Decisions

*Archie Donovan*

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

My fist hit the wall as soon as I burst into my room and slammed the door behind me. How could I be so stupid? Like a f*cking teenager who couldn’t keep his hands to himself? How come I fell for Rosie’s charms after almost three years of doing a hell of a good job?

What the hell was wrong with me lately? Why was I losing control so easily around her? Why was Rosie acting so differently all of a sudden?

As my mind burned with a bunch of questions I had no answers to, I rushed to the corner of my room where I kept some bottles of bourbon and poured myself a glass, chugging it in one go. I felt the liquid burn my throat and chest, but was immediately replaced by a satisfying sensation.

Maybe if I drank myself to sleep, I wouldn’t think about Rosie. And how good she felt. Or tasted.

Holy sh*t. My fingers could still feel her wet, just for me. Because that’s what it was, right? I caused that reaction in her body.