Chapter 14 - Champagne Problems

Reid

I watch Willow down another glass of champagne and grab her wrist. “I think you’ve had enough, Miss Creed,” I tell her, but she snatches her wrist back and puts a finger to her lips.

“Shhh, Missster bossyyy,” she says through slurs and hiccups. Sighing, I pulled her towards the exit, knowing she would soon be making a fool of herself in front of very important people.

“Where are you - Where are you taking me?” She asks, looking around, but I decide to remain silent because I knew she would only argue with me. Even in a drunken state, Willow is unfailingly argumentative; if not more so.

How did I not notice that she had been drinking too much since her editor put his slimy hands all over her? Clearly, this was hitting her harder than she had let on, and the mere thought of it pissed me off.

Even though we were in a fake relationship, I should have defended her honour on that stage. Was I that much of an asshole?

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