I have been at the hotel bar for almost 3 hours, watching people come and go. Everyone but Amatheon. My staff returned from their meetings, debriefed me, and continued on their way to dinner and I remained behind hoping to catch him returning to his room for the night. I tried to call and text him, but there was no response. We have never fought like this, and what confused me even more was why we were fighting. I was blindsided by the entire situation as much as he was, yet I was left on a public stage having to answer for it, and he was the one angry.
“You have not touched that glass once since I have arrived.” A male voice spoke up from beside me.
“Not tonight buddy,” I remarked, not even bothering to meet his eyes.
“Come on now, a beautiful woman like yourself all alone at t
