Charis
Rhett stepped into the pool of light cast by the nearest lamp.
His hazel eyes were intense as they stared at me. His hair was dishevelled and he had a bottle of beer in his hands.
"Rhett," I sucked in my breath. "You just disappeared on me today. Where did you go?"
"I should be asking you," he said with a slur. "I was only gone for five minutes, and the next minute, I saw you wining and dining with Marcus and his family. Do you love him now?"
"Of course not," I threw back. "I had no choice, and I didn't want to cause a scene. How long have you been here?"
"Long enough," he paused and took a swig from his bottle. "Long enough to hear him confess his feelings and ask you to hold him."
He stepped closer, taking another swig from his bottle. He reeked of alcohol and sweat. "So, you and Marcus are a thing now?"
"What? No," I said quickly. "It wasn't like that. He was just…"
Confessing," he said flatly.
