CHAPTER 77
DECLAN’S POV
I was completely lost for words by the time she stormed out of the room. I hated the way my emotional aspect, which I had never really known to exist until recently, took over my actions wholly. That kiss hadn’t been intended, I had been staring at the way her full lips moved as she spoke and at that moment, I had only grasped little or nothing she said. I had only come to the full realization of my actions after she had shoved me away.
“f**k!” I exclaimed, stooping to the ground and running my hands through my thick black hair. “You i***t! You bloody i***t!” I berated myself repeatedly. “I need a drink…I need a f*****g drink.”
I walked to the small liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Dry Martini. Looking at the bottle and its brown contents suddenly infuria
