Chapter Twenty-Eight

Max

Albert enters my room and I turn around to face him.

He's drunk, as usual. He had his fill after the girl left the table, and didn't stop since. He frowns when he sees my expression and says, "Come now, Max. Isn't anyone allowed to have fun around here?"

"You call that fun?"

"Why can't it be fun?"

"You kissed her," I say through my teeth. "Against her will. You can that fun? It was fun for you but it most certainly wasn't fun for her. I don't tolerate that kind of behavior, Albert. Let this be the last time I warn you."

"Who says it wasn't fun for her?" he asks, challenging me. "Are you saying that because you genuinely think she wasn't enjoying yourself or because of your own selfish reasons?"

I frown. "Selfish reasons?"

"You never told us that you invited her for dinner," he says, taking multiple steps to close the distance between us. He's belligerent now, which isn't surprising. He's always been this way. "Why is that?"

"Because I didn't," I say. "I never invited her for din