Chapter 72. Hangover

Joan POV

“Nice to see you're here,” I slurred as I finished the last of my drink. Denzel scowled, pulling out a chair and sitting across from me.

His eyes darted around, landing on the empty vodka bottles scattered across the table before meeting my gaze again.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. I waved him off lazily.

“A little bit. But I'm still sober,” I muttered, signaling the waiter. I’d stumbled into this bar and just kept ordering drinks.

Then I called Denzel to come over. I never told him where I was, but he showed up anyway… he works with the boss after all.

My chest tightened painfully as Aaron crossed my mind.

“You can't be drunk and sober at the same time. How many bottles have you had?” His voice was calm and soothing, but it wasn’t the voice I wanted to hear right now.

I was going crazy.

Denzel waved the waiter off, placing both hands flat on the table.

“I’ll take you home now