Amanda's POVThe soft touch of a cool breeze against my skin roused me from my slumber. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, my hands coming up to shield my eyes from the rays of sunlight peeking from the window. My body ached from working so late last night. I hadn't even gotten up to five hours of sleep and yet I had to get up as early as possible to avoid missing my flight. It was my last day in Manhattan, and it pained me to realize that the amount of money I'd made during my stay here would not do much for me. I groaned into my pillow as thoughts of the swarming debt my father had left behind for us. For years I'd tried not to hate him, but that proved difficult, seeing as my mother and I were practically swimming in debt! I would work myself to the literal bone, with zero results to show for my effort. This was by far the most infuriating period of my life, and it was all the fault of a man who did not give a shit about his family. A man who kept secrets from his family till he d

Amanda's POVI winced as I downed my third shot of alcohol, feeling it burn my throat. "Another!" I yelled to the bartender over the loud music. He looked at me doubtfully, as if trying to imply that I'd had enough, but I shot him a glare sharp enough to slice him clean into two. Holding a hand up as if in surrender, he began to mix me a cocktail. My head spun as I buried myself into the chinc environment of the club. I had never been one to party or turn to alcohol, but things were obviously different tonight. After my encounter with the loan sharks of my agreement to pay off the loan tomorrow, I needed to clear my head somehow. My chest still ached from thoughts of Logan and all the pain he had caused me. At intervals, tears would fill my eyes, but I immediately shook them off and downed another glass of the tasteful-tasting"Here you go, sweetheart. Take it easy though…" the bartender said loudly over the music, sliding the shot over to me. I snatched up the glass. "Mind your f