Caught rehanded

Chapter 51

ISABELLA POV

It was hard not to think about the loads of alcohol I’d downed down my system. Why did Lucas have to come back now, after all this while? I didn’t want to see him or be reminded of the mission. Granted, it is compulsory, but still. I didn’t like that he held that much power over what I needed to do.

I tossed and tossed in my bed, and then stood up. My steps were unsteady with the alcohol I’d taken, but somehow that wasn’t enough. I went to the bar and brought out a half-unfinished bottle, and then cocked it open. I was halfway through it when I heard a chuckle.

“Damn, you look like shit,” Alex said.

I held the bottle loosely in my hands as I studied him. He was standing in front of me, loose jeans and no shirt. He was wildly attractive—how many times have I thought of that already? He was attractive.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yup,” I said with a grin. “Did anyone tell you that I wasn’t?”

“They don’t need to tell me anything, Isabella. You look like shit. Did a