Chapter 121

How could you be that foolish? Rebecca berated herself, stalking through the suite until she was in the hallway. She kept walking until she left the hotel and farther down until she saw a bar.

Thinking it was a good idea to drown her sorrows in alcohol, she walked to the bar climbing on the nearest stool. “I'll have whatever's strong enough to knock me out please.” She told the bartender who only shrugged, probably seeing people like her come in every night.

Rebecca groaned, dropping her head onto the hard granite counter with a thunk.

It's pretty depressing that Sean wasn't even bothered enough to chase after her with an apology.

“Your drink, ma'am.” The bartender spoke and she raised her head. He slid a tall glass filled with a peach-colored liquid and an umbrella at the top.

She raised an inquiring brow at him. “What's this?”

“Beach City or that's what the folks around here like to call it anyway.” He told her before his attention was diverted by other patrons.

Rebecca examined he