Page 59 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

I shook my head.

The room had only four pieces of furniture. Two gold-plated chairs. And a giant oak table.

Then at the far end of the room, close to the mini bar, there was a stool.

It’s where I had drowned the guilt of my recklessness.

When I reached the master bedroom, I made my way to the bathroom. Turned on the water. Then stepped into the shower.

The water was hot. Hotter than usual. But in times like this, when the guilt clawed at my heart, it was just the perfect temperature.

I took longer than I had initially planned to. Finally, I got out. It was now a few minutes past 8 a.m.

The bed was still neatly made. Untouched. Which meant after leaving the mansion, I had driven straight here. And headed directly to the bar.

In the solace of alcohol was where I had spent the day. There was no better way to. I didn’t deserve any better way.

Grabbing my keys from the nightstand, I walked out. To return again next year.

My head was still foggy as I drove back to the city. The pounding only grew intense. And my eyes were starting to feel heavy.

I knew what would be next.

With clenched teeth, I smashed my foot on the accelerator.

Anger.

After the guilt, anger was next.

And I could already feel it drenching my bones.

Anger at myself. Anger at the world. Anger at life.

Against my will, I found myself pushing past the speed limit. In no time, I reached the large gates. Scanning my fingerprints before driving in.

Fred and I were the only ones that had access to the gates. And suddenly, I wanted to restrict his access.

I wanted to restrict his movements within my gates. I wanted to fire the chef, and I wanted my assistant out.

Gone.

I suddenly wanted everyone gone.

Irritation wrestled with my anger. And my mind was the stage for it all.

Fuck. I needed an aspirin. I longed for my study. To immerse myself in tasks.

Anything but this.

My heart raced as I pushed past the doors. I moved to climb the stairs when I halted.

Suddenly everything stopped.

The pounding. The pain. The anger. And my heart dropped as I took in the sight in front of me.

The dining table was full. Messy.

Ribbons hung all over it. Dishes were stacked on one side. Two gift bags on the other side.

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