ASHER
“A glass of vodka, ready!” The bartender announced, placing the drink in front of me.
I snatched it up, gulping down the content in one go. Breathing heavily, I wiped my stained lips with the back of my hand. I couldn't help getting angry over and over again.
The auction scenario continued to play on repeat in my mind, fueling my frustration.
“Damn it!” I cussed, banging my fist on the table in exasperation. Jake, who was seated beside me, chuckled nonchalantly, not glancing up from his phone. I had invited him out for a drink to calm my nerves, but instead, the alcohol seemed to be doing the opposite— only intensifying my irritation.
“Are you getting riled up over a bag of garbage? Just let go of it. She only did that to get your attention, what a cheap trick! She's probably dr
