I got 99 problems, but you won't be one. by nadiaa featuring a leather bracelet
“Graham?” I
yelled out as stepped into the apartment, tossing my keys on the table and
kicking off my heels as no one responded, “Graham, baby, are you home?” I asked
once more, worried.
“I’m in the
kitchen.” I heard a deep voice and I walked into our kitchen. Graham was
sitting there, sipping some kind of brown liquid out of out crystal glass… We
never used that set nor did we really have liquor in the house other than beer
and wine. He looked disheveled and drunk.
