*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
