Page 37 of Property of Lucian

I threw back the drink and went in search for another.

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I was trying to swipe the room key but every time I did, it failed. I was standing—well, barely standing—trying to get into the room.

A few people had passed me in the hall, and I knew Haylee wasn’t in there. I was starting to think I might just pass out in the foyer when the door burst open and there stood my wife.

Most people wouldn’t have a smile on their face coming face-to-face with a glock, but I had a huge grin on my face seeing my wife ready to protect herself.

“Wifey.” I smiled, and her expression tightened.

“You’re drunk.”

I put my fingers together just a little bit, but she gripped me by the shoulder and pulled me in.

I took Haylee fully in. God, she was breathtaking. Her deep red hair up n a bun, and her makeup from earlier was gone. I was seeing the real Haylee.

“Stop staring at me,” she said from the bed with her legs crossed. “It’s weird.”

I smirked and leant against the doorway because I needed the support.

“How mad are you with me?” I got out before my stomach twisted.

“The bathroom is in there.” She pointed to the door to my left and I basically collapsed through it, heading for the toilet bowl.

I knew my chances with her wasn’t all up when she came in a little while later and helped me to bed.

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