We're Not Married?

Kristo

She looked so worried, I found myself wanting to go to her and comfort her, to tell her everything was going to be all right, but the truth of the matter was that I had no idea how things were going to be. My lawyer had called me up when I had been out trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do next, and he had sounded seriously worried.

“Wait, let me just grab a beer first.” I held my hand up to stop him. I had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth next, but I had a feeling it would be a whole lot easier to handle if I was at least a little drunk.

“Could I have a glass of water?” he asked, and I poured him one and handed it to him as I cracked open my own bottle and took a swig. Amaya reached for it, and I couldn’t help but grin as she took a swig, despite the clear annoyance directed at me written all over her face. I didn’t blame her. I’d just hit the bricks out of nowhere as soon as my father had been out of there, but if she knew what had been going on