Page 33 of Damaged Mogul

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“Of course, Mr. Hollingsworth. Let me see what I can do about your drink.” He steps away.

You’re not my fucking nanny.

I’m a grown ass man. I’m thirty-two and I’ll get plastered if I want to.

I gulp down the rest of my drink and drop my tumbler with a little too much force on the countertop.

I have a nice buzz going on, enough to help me forget why I came here in the first place instead of going to bed.

Lily who?

Her angelic face flashes in front of my eyes.

Fuuuuck.

I’m screwed ten ways to Sunday.

I should sit it out tomorrow night. Lily can go to Rhys’s birthday party with Mikki or Dom.

I swallow the last gulp of my drink.

It goes down easy.

Time for another one?—

“Rough day, Mr. Hollingsworth?”

I turn my head.

A tall, sharply dressed man stands behind me.

Larkin Gallagher.

“If it isn’t the owner of the Quintus Hotel.” I greet him by lifting my tumbler. “How you doin’?”

“We haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Care to join me?” My words slur.

“Why not?” He pats me on the shoulder before unbuttoning his suit jacket. He takes a seat on the stool next to mine.

My eyes shift to the beefy bodyguards standing near the door, their eyes scanning the room for threats.

Larkin lifts a hand.

The bartender rushes over.

“Miguel, Perrier on ice for both of us?—”

“I don’t want Perrier.”

Larkin stares at me long and hard, as if assessing my state of drunkenness. “Make that a glass for me and a bottle for Mr. Hollingsworth.”

My eyebrows lift in surprise.What the fuck?

“Also, bring him an espresso.”

Miguel nods and scurries off.

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