Chapter 78 Grayson

• GRAYSON
• “That’s so fucked up man.” The gold liquid sloshed all over the corners of the glass as Damian poured yet another glass of whiskey absentmindedly.
• “I know.” The sigh barely lifted the weight off my chest. I ran my hands through my hair for the umpteenth time, gripping the roots like I was actually trying to rip it all out, the same way I would love to rip Scarlett out of my house. Why now? Why after over five years did she pick the perfect moment to force herself back into my life?!