Chapter 34

Vanna's POV

...continuation

I was feeling dizzy at that moment while leaning against the wall of the building I had just exited, completely drunk. I drowned my own sorrow to forget, even if just for this brief moment.

I fuck up, I know the shortcomings at that time. I didn’t know what to do. Honestly, I wanted to go wild. The irony of it is, that here I am, unable to do anything.

I didn’t notice the groups of men there and accidentally bumped into their leader.

"What the fuck, man?"

"Sorry," I said, turning to give them space.

"Do you know who I am? Do you want to fight with me?!" he said, grabbing the collar of my suit. I looked like a beggar at that moment, dressed in a piece of trash that didn’t fit my figure. I didn’t like what happened earlier with Vanna.

She left me hanging, with nothing but the option to set her free. It hurts, and I can’t accept it.

"Fuck you!" I said,