The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

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I walked the girl out.

She wanted to stay. They always wanted to stay after sex.

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I put her in a car downstairs, closed the door, and took the lift back up with champagne still in my hair and nothing in my chest that felt like celebration.

Tonight seemed empty for some reason. The sex didn’t do anything for me.

Monaco was supposed to feel like the top of the world.

I went to check on Charlotte the second I got back into the suite.

Her door was open a crack. Bed empty. Jacket gone. The room still smelled like her.

The surprise hit stupid and sharp. She always waited. Or she slept. She did not vanish after I brought someone home.

For a second I stood in the doorway like an idiot, listening for the shower, for a cabinet, for the sound of her existing in the suite the way she always existed. Nothing. Just an empty bed.

Panic arrived before I gave it permission.

I called her phone.

She did not answer.

Where was she this hour? Why didn’t she tell me she was leaving?

I left the suite and headed for the elevator with my phone still in my hand, my heart racing.

Charlotte Reid did not disappear like that. If she was gone, something was wrong.

That was when I saw them.

Charlotte and Marco, coming back down the corridor, laughing.

The jealous feeling hit before I could properly process it.

I was fucking pissed.

Why?

What the fuck was going on?

They looked easy together. His hand not quite on her. But still close, too close.

It was hard to look at them and pretend that I was fucking okay with them spending any time together. Without me. Even with me.

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The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife

“Where did the two of you go?”

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Charlotte looked at me and smiled too widely. Not her normal smile. That was when I realized she was not acting like herself.

I frowned at Marco. The anger seemed to intensify.

“Did you give her something to drink?”

He nodded, easy, like this was still a joke. “She had a few.”

“Are you fucking insane? She cannot handle alcohol. Fuck.”

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