Cold hands

Chapter 20 Cold hands

Catty gulped down the whiskey in anger, she was boiling. What was it that Mia had which she didn't? She couldn't explain why Asher wouldn’t just choose her over Mia! She poured herself two more cups downing them all at once.

"Let's go Bryan. Where are my keys?" She asked staring at him.

Bryan rolled his eyes. “Where are we going again?”

“I can’t let this slide! No one chooses a low life over me! Mia is bitch that needs to be dealt with!” She screamed at him.

Bryan raised his hands up in surrender. "Alright. Let me drive Catty, you are drunk.” Even though he knew cajoling her wasn't going to work but he needed to try.

"I would drive and you would come with me, is that clear!" She barked, her voice sounding unladylike.

"Ok." He replied meekly.

Catherine drove down the road wobbling all the way. Bryan held on to the car handle like his life depended on it. She parked two houses away from the M&A Pastries and Coffee. Bryan wondered what she was doing there, just th