Must Love The Playboy

Chapter 2 - He's Not Okay

Chapter 2 – He's Not Okay

** ZACH's POV **

"You allowed him to drink that much?"

"I tried to hide the bottles of whiskey but, evidently, he found it."

"You think he's trying to kill himself?"

"He has been like that for weeks, drowning himself with alcohol."

"Wow. I never thought that he's that much of a turd. If he couldn't bear it, why did he do it in the first place?"

"He's being reckless."

"No. He is being stupid. How long has he been lying there?"

"I lost track of time. I haven't got any idea, Sir."

"Did he at least take a shower or something? Does he even know that word?"

"Okay, okay! I had enough of your shitty natter about my life. I'm right here you know? At least, try to whisper!" I sat up from where I was lying a while ago and faced Nathan and Boris with a wrath.

"Oh look, Boris. The thing is moving. It talks too." Nathan humored.

And I was far from being entertained.

"Why don't you two gossip girls talk about me somewhere else? Somewhere where I couldn't hear you." I stood up and walked past them, heading my way to the bar and poured myself another glass of whiskey.

"But where's the fun in that?" Nathan remarked with amusement. I swear I wanted to erase that smirk on his face with my own fist. "So, are you done killing yourself?"

"Are you tired of living? You want me to end it now?" I said, lacing my words with pure disdain, but Nathan just grinned.

"Nah, I'm actually quite enjoying watching you ruin your life. So no thanks. I guess I have to live longer to be entertained." He poured himself a glass of whiskey and he raised it, as if waiting for a toast.

"What are you doing?" I raised my brow in pure annoyance.

"If you can't beat them, join them. Come on, buddy. Let's ruin your life together. That's what friends are for, right?" He said with a smug. I just ignored him and drank my frustrations away.

"So. How long will this act of yours last? It's been weeks and you still hide yourself from everyone. By the way, nice hiding place. I'm actually quite impressed that no one ever suspected that you're at your own hotel." I didn't answer him hoping that this would shut him up. But of course, he didn't. Nate really knows how to stick his nose to other people's business, huh. "Look at you. Have you at least glanced at yourself in a mirror? Damn, Zach. Santa would be very ashamed of his hair when compared to yours. Especially your beard." There was a hint of disgust in his tone.

"If you came here just to lecture me, you're free to go. The last person I wanted right now is to question my decision. I made up my mind. I left... and that's it."

"Are you sure about that, Sir?" Boris suddenly asked.

I glared at his direction, completely annoyed with his question. "Damn it, Boris. Stop with that question. You're making me doubt my choice."

Boris straightened up his chin and looked away, trying to look like a noble. "Sir, if you're having doubts, then maybe there's something wrong with your decision."

"And what are you trying to say, huh? Smarty pants." I couldn't help but ask irately.

This time, he looked at me and said, "Try to rethink then ask yourself, 'Am I doing the right thing?'. Wait until you reach the yes answer, because if you don't, you might regret that decision in the end. Do not try to convince yourself. In every decision that you make, you, yourself must believe that you made the right choice. Not for the reason that it is the right thing to do."