10 - Drunk?

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