Watch Me Leave, Mr. CEO

Synopsis

At an exclusive party hosted by Westfield's newest elite, Rafael Morales reached out to intercept a drink meant for his first love. "Rebecca just flew in and is still jet-lagged," he explained smoothly. "She can't drink right now—it triggers her allergies." Anthony Russo, who had walked over to offer a toast, smiled politely and shifted the glass toward Rafael instead. "Then I assume Mr. Morales will do the honors?" Rafael was just about to down the drink when Rebecca gently nudged his arm. I hate the smell of alcohol on you, she mouthed softly. Rafael chuckled. Turning his head, he caught sight of me and casually handed the glass my way. "My apologies, Anthony. I completely forgot I'm on antibiotics. My wife will take it—she can hold her liquor." I slowly looked up at him. He had forgotten that I'd already destroyed my stomach from all the binge drinking I did just to help him build his empire. But whatever. Soon enough, I'd be leaving him anyway.