Chapter 9

• Amaris' POV
• “He’s a world-class jerk!” I shouted, throwing back the last of my wine like it was water. Third glass, and counting not that it mattered. I had no job interviews lined up, no pressing obligations, and definitely no reason not to get drunk. Honestly, getting drunk sounded like the only reasonable thing left to do. Maybe it would numb the fire raging through my veins, the kind of rage that felt like I had a nest of angry wasps crawling under my skin.
• “Selfish, arrogant bastard!”