Alastair was often busy, like… really busy. But then again, that’s what his work as a multi-million company boss called for, and it was mostly fine with you because of how much of an effort he still made to spend time with you on free days.

But tonight, you were fed up. He had forgotten about a date that he proposed because he had to stay later at work for a few more hours.

So you did what any rational person would; grab your purse, put on a cute black dress, and go to the bar to get drunk off of your disappointment… without telling him.

And it wasn’t until hours later when you were in the passengers seat of Alastair’s luxury car at about 1AM that you had any regrets, as he had to pick you up and was not only concerned but also extremely annoyed with your decisions.

“What were you thinking? Getting drunk and going out alone?” He murmured, his voice laced with frustration as one of his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, the other resting on his knee.