of Ciel's apartment, th

ive, members-only club. The heavy soundproofing of the walls blocke

his shirt. He grabbed his crystal glass and downed the expensive single malt

e glass, keeping his eyes averted from the dark,

he amber liquid. Ciel's voice echoed relentlessly in his skul

nd how the woman who used to beg for his attention now loo

swung open. Julian Chavez, a cous

e scanned the dim room, spotted Harry hunched

ool next to Harry and sat down. He

e. A mocking smile played on his lips. "Drinking away the pa

is eyes bloodshot. "I'm celebrating," Harry spat out, his vo

his martini from the bartender and took a sip.

ing his elbows on the mahogany bar. "Ciel specifically crossed you

skey glass. His knuckles turned bone-white. The phantom fire

me leading the escort, let's see how she manages to walk into

lighting. "You look like a mess, Harry. You're about to run for Senate,

ar. "I am not losing my mind! I just hate

e shook his head, decidi

a serious, blunt tone. "For the past few years, you have been

"I gave her the protection of the Chavez name! I ga

Julian stated coldly. He listed the times Harry had publicly mocked Ciel's outfits at galas. "Even my own assistant told me about t

ted like a surgical blade, slicing open

d: Ciel, standing in the rain, her eyes red and swolle

erced directly through his heart. It

wall. He grabbed his crystal glass and slammed it

as

red. Amber liquid and shards of ic

t heaving, his eyes wild and desperate. "She was th

c, defensive face. He shook his head in deep disappointment. He k

up. He adjust

ver realize what you actuall

ting alone in the dark corner, staring at the broken glass,