Chapter Eighty-Seven

Lauren's POV

I had neither seen nor talked to Damien since he had announced that he would burn everything to the ground with his brother and he locked himself up in the private office in his house. I had fallen asleep in the bedroom while waiting for him to figure out if he was okay, and I found myself still alone in the bedroom when I opened my eyes.

“Damien?” I called, rubbing my eyes as I weakly got off the bed and stumbled towards the office to finally knock on the door after putting it off the whole time.

“Damien, are you in there? It’s morning,” I announced.

It didn’t take much time before he opened the door and stood in front of me with hazy eyes that made me frown in suspicion at the familiar smell of alcohol coming off of him.

“You drank,” I stated, still waiting for him to confirm it even when I knew the truth.

“I drank.” He nodded.

“Are you okay? Hungover? Do you need anything?” I asked as he stepped aside for me to walk in.