Page 14 of Bossy Bodyguard

I took the bottle, staring at the alcohol, and wondered why he didn’t share it with me. Maybe he had an emergency after all.

“Thank you,” I offered a small smile and closed the door.

Staring at the ceiling, I muttered, “Might as well enjoy the drink.”

I was sitting on the couch where Cillian had asked me to remove my panties and sipping my second glass of the cold bubbly drink. I never realized I’d feel so alone after having sex so many times that it made me sore. I wanted him to stay with me. Even some cuddling would have been nice.

Shaking my head, I downed the drink and stood up, stumbling towards the bed to sleep with the sadness that crept over me. I had loved Caleb for so long that I had forgotten how it felt without it. His betrayal stung deep, not because he liked guys, too, but more because we were best friends before we got in a relationship.

He grew up alone in his huge bungalow because his dad worked abroad a lot and sent him an allowance every week. Just how I grew up alone in my mansion with a blockbuster star as a mom who shouldn’t have conceived me in the first place.

“Oh fuck, there was something in the champagne.” No doubt it was making me sadder.

I groaned, falling on the bed and groaned again because it had the lingering scent of Cillian and his sexy cologne. I rolled away and my eyes fell on the small, glinting metal on the floor.

With my heart in my mouth, I knelt on the floor and picked it up, turning it around in my hand as my vision burned. My head throbbed. My heart was pounding so loudly that my ears were ringing.

I didn’t know when I dropped the golden band and it fell when I tried to pick it up again.

No. Something didn’t feel right.

My eyes were feeling heavy. I forced them to stay open and find my phone. I needed to call someone… anyone.

“H… elp.” My voice was groggy and words were slurred even though I had—

Somewhere from a distance, I heard the click of the door unlocking.

Oh god. This was not good.

10

DRUNK?

CILLIAN

I called my son, hearing it ring for a few seconds before I heard his slurred voice. “What’s up?”

I paused, looking at the screen, and sighed. “Where are you?”

“Who’s this?”

“Caleb—” I nodded at the hotel staff wearing a mask to cover their features and continued, “You called me earlier. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

I patted my suit to grab my key fob and froze. I didn’t have my ring with me. Where the fuck was it?

“It’s okay, Cillian,” he hissed out the words and laughed, his friends calling him. “I can take care of myself.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I kept my phone away and checked my pockets, but I couldn’t find the ring. It was my wedding band and I couldn’t lose it. Because if I lost it, then it would mean…

No. I didn’t have time for those thoughts.

I must have dropped it in the room—shit. A curse flew out of me as I kept pressing the button to my suite in the private elevator. If Emma found the ring, she’d think I was cheating on my wife. I didn’t know why, but her opinion of me mattered a lot, despite knowing her for only a few hours. I didn’t want her to think I was having an affair.

“Emma?” I knocked on the door and didn’t hear a sound. I looked at the corner of my eyes seeing a hotel staff rolling a trolly at the end of the hallway and disappearing. “Emma? I forgot something. I’m coming in.”

I heard a clatter and a thud from inside of the room and unlocked the door, stepping inside.

My steps faltered when I found her lying on the floor. In the blink of an eye, I was kneeling in front of her, cupping her cold cheek and seeing her dilated eyes as they peered at me with a dazed look.

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