CHAPTER 118

I bite my lip nervously waiting for him to answer. It's the fifth time I've rang him in the past hour, I need to speak to Jake and it can't wait. "Hey, this is Jake's phone, leave me a mess -" I huff loudly, slamming my phone onto the club table and pick my drink up, taking a sip. "Is it wise that you're drinking more?" Tobias appears out of I nowhere, giving me a questioning glare. "Get stuffed Tobias," I grumble, turning away from him. I've come to the conclusion I'm not the happiest...