Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

NICK

I didn’t go home after seeing her, I went straight to the bar and started drinking. I couldn’t get her image out of my head. a looked so so frail. Why did she look like that, was prison that bad for her?” Give me another.” I ordered to the lady that was serving me.

She walked away but instead of coming back with my drink, she came back with the bar tender. “Mr Jones, I think you have had enough. Do you want me to call a taxi for you?” he must think I am child and that I can’t think for myself.

I am not a child, and I can drink as much as I want. “James, give me my drink.” I said with a threatening voice, well, I wanted it to be threatening but I am not sure how threatening I am in my current state. “Mr Jones, you have been drinking since you got here, three hours ago. I don’t think you can handle more.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

I glared at him, I am still the heir of the Jones family, who was he to tell me what to do? “James, if you don’t want to lose this business of yours, then you will give me what I want.” He shook his head like he felt sorry for me. why would he feel sorry for me? I have everything I could ever want and need.

“Okay Mr Jones, stay put and I will go and get your drink.” That’s more like it. I am Nick Jones and I get whatever I want. Her face. flashed in my mind and my chest tightened. I got so angry that I threw the glass I was holding on the wall almost hitting a guy that was standing there.

Why was seeing her affecting me so much? She is nothing to me God damn it! The guy I almost hit with the glass came overlooking angry. Just as he was close my guard stepped forward and I leaned

back on my chall watching him

I wanted him to start something with me, it would be a gon distraction, hitting something or someone just to stop myself from thinking about that damned woman “Do we have a problem?” Oliver my guard asked

God! I hated his name, every time someone calls it, I am reminded of that woman. His name is similar to Bers. “No, we don’t have a problem.” Said the man moving backwards. He glanced at me, and 1 smirked. That’s right, go away!

“Goodness, Nick! So many bottles, are you trying to kill yourself?” I lifted my head to see Ethan standing there, I smiled. I missed him.” Ethan, you are here. Good, come on, let’s drink. It’s been a long time since we had a drink together.”

He looked at me then shook his head, but he came and sat next to me anyway. “You want to tell me what happened?” I shook my head, I don’t want to talk about it. “No, but I do want to drink. Tell James to give me another bottle.”

“No more alcohol for you. now, get up, am taking you home.” No! I didn’t want to go back, that place reminded me of her, it will be worse now that I have seen her. Sandra tried to remove all traces of her in that place, but she could not remove the memories we have made there.

Every time I go into that kitchen, I see her moving around humming and cooking. Every room in that house reminds me of her. My heart. “I am not ready to go home yet.” He looked at me with pity, no one. should look at me with pity.

I am not pitiful, Nick Jones is not a pitiful man, I am a powerful man, respected too. How dare he look at me like that. “I will only stay if

you tell me what brought this up, what made you drink this much, is it because of Olivia?”

“What do you know about her?” I question defensively. Ethan lifted his hands in surrender. “I only know what you told me that your parents wanted you to get her out.“I nodded reaching for the bottle in front of me. only to find it empty and that frustrated me to no end.

“Where the fuck is James and that drink!”

“This has nothing to do with James Nick and you know it.” He was right but I wasn’t about to admit that “Then there is no point in us staying here if we are not going to drink. “I stood up and stumbled towards the door almost falling.

“Oliver, why did you let him drink so much, what is the point of having you around, if you are not going to stop him from doing things like these. “Ethan scolded as he and Oliver helped me out the bar. My mind went to the night I got so drunk that Olivia helped me to bed.

We were celebrating our honeymoon and she told me to let lose. And I did, we were in our hotel room, so I didn’t care about drinking too much. In the morning, she gave me hangover soup and nursed me back to health.

I wiggled out of Ethan and Oliver’s hold moving away from them.” Nick, where the hell are you going? The car is this way!” Ethan yelled but I ignored him walking away, more like stumbling about. They must have followed me because they reached me in no time and stopped me.

I struggled to get out their hold again, but they held me in place, and I stopped struggling. I was so tired. “What is wrong .th you man why are you acting like this