Chapter 112

SEBASTIAN

I hadn’t moved from the bed since last night. The blinds were still drawn, the room thick with the faint smell of whiskey, stale air, and regret. My head throbbed, but it wasn’t from the alcohol, it was from thinking too damn much.

I heard the front door open and close, followed by Diego’s heavy steps. He didn’t knock before pushing my bedroom door open. I could feel his disapproval even before he spoke.

“Still in bed?” His voice was a mix of disbelief and pity. “And you’re drunk? Sebastian McCoy is drunk?”

Yeah, I’ve had quite a few glasses of drink…enough for the whole room to reek of alcohol, but I’m not drunk. I don’t get drunk that easily.

“Go ahead,” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. “Say it.”

“I don’t need to,” he sighed, stepping in. “The state you’re in says enough.”

He walked over to the bed and dropped a takeout bag on the nightstand. “I left this morning, and you looked like hell. I came back hours later, and someho