CHAPTER 89

Alex

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Black…Black…Black…everything was fucking black. The walls that stretched from the tall ceilings, the two large sofas that faced each other, and the curved staircase that led upstairs—all black. I had no idea what Benjamin was thinking but this was depressing.

I adjusted on the black stool at the inbuilt bar in one corner of the wide living room. My eyes fixed on the amber liquid glistening in the glass—the only source of color in this house.

Each of Benjamin’s steps landed heavily as he drew closer, the thuds echoed in the almost empty house.

“You’re still drinking?” Benjamin's voice disrupted the silence taking over from when his footsteps had left.

I didn’t need to look at him to tell there was a frown etched on his face.

“Instead of nagging, come and join me.” I twirled the glass, the ice cubes clinked and they collided with one another. Without further ado, I downed it.

Benjamin settled in the seat beside me. Snatching the glass from my grasp and the b