Chapter 161. The Universe Substitute

In a daze, I stumbled into my house alone. 

The rain was beating down even more heavily than I had thought possible, and the sky was so dark that I stumbled twice in my living room before reaching the light switch.

I needed a drink, I needed to tend to my wound, I needed to bathe and wash these unsorted feelings off me, but most desperately, I needed Olivia.

But I felt too soiled to do anything about it. I did not deserve her, not after lying to her face when she had been honest with me.

Not after holding such an important truth from her.

I flicked the light switch on, and turned towards the bar as the sky rumbled again.

“Fucking hell.” I cursed at the loud blast of thunder that followed, my shoulders quivering. 

What sort of wretched weather was this?

My fingers brushed past the bottles of Don Julio, Bordeaux, Remy Martin, Macallan 18, all enticing company for my melancholy, but closed around the tapered bottle of Lagavulin 16 and