An hour later, I'm sitting alone on the balcony at Mack's place, waiting for Sasha to either pass out or get bored. We're taking a cab, but I can't leave her here alone. We do some crazy s**t, but for the most part, we try to watch each other's backs.
I watch as my whiskey swirls around in my glass. But all I can think about is the look on Rowen's face when Mack declared me the winner. It was a mixture of shock and anger. Those looks I can handle. I've seen it all before as people flit in and out of our circle of friends. It's the disappointment that I can't let go of.
Which I don't understand at all. I've never claimed to be anything other than what I am. I'm not here to snag a player as a husband. I've never strived to become a WAG. I just like partying with the guys and I love s*x. Pe
