She left the bed and walked into the master bathroom, pulling

her hands and splashed it directly into her face. The sho

her chin. She looked at herself in the mi

tian had proposed the marriage of convenience, her hands had shaken so badly she could barely hold the pen. It was not out o

ter laugh. She was suitable because she

rom the bedroom. It was not a vibration. It was the sp

pulse hammered in her ears. She walked silently to

e ran a hand through his messy

his phone. He glanced at the screen, and his

he barked. His voice was thic

hone's speaker. Even from the bathroom, Cassidy could

over the noise. "Hayden is at a club in SoHo.

Her fingernails dug painfully into her ch

ounding drunk himself. "Just come

pped breathing entirely. She stared at Cristian's br

ugh. There was zero warmth in his

her end. "She keeps crying

If she is drunk, call the police.

ak again, but Crist

voice dropping to a dangerous, icy pitch.

ian hit the end button. He tossed the phone

rframe, sliding down a few inches. A massive wave of relief crashed ov

bathroom. He saw the sliver of lig

be, pulling it tight around her waist. She pushed the door

rcing her voice to sound calm. "Is ev

redness around her eyes. He reached out

n her back in a soothing motion. "It was just a spam cal

listened to the strong, rhythmic beating of his hea

from her. He did not want her to know Hayden was calling for him. The rel