Page 35 of Property of Lucian

Chapter 27

Haylee

We arrived at a hotel penthouse suite before midday, and it was as far as I knew just a hotel room. However as the day went on I connected the dots, it must be owned by Lucian or his family.

Lucian had chosen a dress for me and jewellery, leaving it on the bed. As soon as I put it on, I wondered if he had had a mix-up with bags because the dress I was wearing was elegant, tight, long, and very not Lucian’s style.

I had put the bracelet on when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Okay. Keep my shit together. I opened the door, and I had to admit it took me awhile to get used to what I was seeing in the mirror. I wasn’t surprised that he was taken aback. Lucian’s eyes ran over me as if he was drinking me in, which caused a small smile on my face. My long, deep red hair was twisted and pinned up with small pieces of hair that had fallen out already.

“Gonna have my work cut out for me tonight,” he muttered, and shook his head as if he was throwing away all the doubts he was having about taking me. “Ready to go, Mrs. Hunt?”

My eyes widened. I never knew what his last name was. Now it occurred to me that for the first time in my life, I actually had a last night. When I took off with Harley, I dropped the last name and just went by Haylee. But now I was Haylee Hunt, and my husband was currently waiting for me to take his hand.

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When he said a family gathering, I was expecting biker party, not a formal gathering. Wine was being served and everyone was very lovely. And I hated every second of it—I hated fake people. At least Lucian didn’t hide who he was, he was still rather unpleasant to everyone and kept me glued to his side. In fact, I think he enjoyed throwing me to the guests as bait. As soon as they went to talk to him, he would say,‘Have you met my wife, Haylee?’And bang, the attention would go on me—and I loathed him for it.

Just as I swore I was going to strangle this man for asking me question after question about my wedding, a giggle followed by the rush of feet headed my way. I grinned when I saw Massie and excused myself from the dry conversation.

I quickly slipped off my wedding ring. “Massie!” I hugged her.

“Haylee, you will not believe what happened!” she gushed and I was more interested in the cast she was wearing.

“That you broke your arm?” I frowned “What happened?”

“Oh nothing, Imogen let me climb a tree and I fell. Harley told me off for it, but that’s nothing. Guess what—”

“Whose Imogen?” I questioned her.

“My aunt. Now please, listen!”

The call from Harley the other day . . .. The connection between the woman my brother was seeing before I went missing, and now, as I looked at Massie, I realised she was the last puzzle piece.

“Excuse me, Massie, I just need to speak with your dad.” I rushed past her and scanned the crowd looking for Lucian. Then I saw him speaking with the bank man and the guy that owned a car chain.

“Does he know?” I glared at Lucian. “Does Harley know I’m with you?” I demanded. I wanted fucking answers. Now. How could he be friends with my brother and have me as a wife?

I scoffed when he didn’t answer and walked off. I heard him excuse himself from the conversation and wasn’t surprised when he gripped my hand, slowing me down as I reached the patio.

“You’re friends with my brother!” I hissed at him. “He looks after your child, so don’t lie to me and say you don’t trust him because you would never let anyone near Massie who you didn’t trust.”

“I had no fucking idea he knew Massie till the hospital call. And I have you know, I don’t trust him,” he scoffed. “Look at how he cared for you. You are basically a fucking barely functioning train wreck and into every criminal activity you can get your hands in!”

It was no compliment. Tears spread in my eyes, and I took a step away from him. “Well, I’m glad I know what you think of me.” I didn’t know what else to say. Earlier tonight, he was looking at me like I was princess but now, as he spoke, I heard the disgust and annoyance in his voice that he was stuck with me.

“Haylee—”

“Oh, look, the love birds are having a fight.”

I gritted my teeth. The bitch chose the wrong moment to show her face.

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