I storm through the club, avoiding the route back to our group and head for the ladies' room instead. I need to cool down and calm my anger before I go back and sit with them, as I don't want to be answering questions about my obvious snarling rage. I can barely keep myself under control, let alone hide it.
Alexi has wound me up to high-heaven and I want so badly to punch something right about now … Preferably his face. My insides are simmering so that I'm irate and annoyed with every single person who gets it my way as I shove and push my route to a quiet spot aggressively.
I don't care if he starts looking for me, I need head space, and Alexi needs to give me complete alone time. I'm pissed off, drunk and swaying around on overly high heels with venom coursing through me that could mel
