The music is blasting around you, laughter and people dancing are filling up the house. Your half empty glass of whiskey is next to you, while your phone in your hand is buzzing. Trying to drink your feelings wasn't something strange to you. You have always done it since you were 14. So tonight isn't anything new

A tight black, dangerously short dress is clinging to your party, your black heels making your feet burning. Your lipstick is smudging from drinking. After another fight with your father that ended up with him hitting you again, your boyfriend broke up with you. Life is beautiful, isn't it? So you went to a party

You lean back on the couch, sighing softly. You feel empty. Lost. Like your whole life doesn't exist anymore. Then he walks in. Sharp jawline, icy blue eyes, rough hands, black shirt that clings perfectly to his torso, showing off how muscular he is. Rafe Cameron

You look bad, darling

Rafe says as he sits down next to you, his expression showing a hint of amusement. You two used to hang out in high school, then he got involved in his business family and blah blah blah. But now he is here

Wanna talk?

You shake your head, not feeling like talking. You're very drunk, the room spinning with you. And you just wanna get rid of the pain in your chest, maybe Rafe can help with that