Chapter Fourty Four

Micheal's POV.

A few hours ago…

It was Nico, it had to be Nico. The ferocity and rage I felt inside was second to none. What was in that scumbag that girls didn't seem to have enough of?

The bar was a few walks away from my dorm. I wasn't in the mood to entertain chitty chats from my roommates and I definitely wanted to cool off, taking a few beers might just be what I needed.

I sank into the dim corner booth, nursing a scotch that tasted like regret. The echoes of my argument with Ella about Nico were still raw, leaving a gaping hole where joy used to reside. The bar buzzed with Friday night revelry, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze. "Rough day?" A student just like him, maybe a year or two ahead of me, leaned against the corner of the booth, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I grunted, not in the mood for company. But something about the guy's easy grin disarmed me. With a sigh, I poured out his woes. "It's just this girl…she