CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE

I sat up and scrolled through the comments. I refused to believe he married her, it might be for the public like he said, but I asked him to fix it, not add more. I stood up and paced around, I couldn't stand in one place.

“I asked you to fix it, not complicate things,” I said and dialed Clinton's number, which gave me the same response as earlier. “Fuck!” I cursed and rubbed my palms, which were now sweating. “I need a drink, it will help me calm down,” I said to myself, and I grabbed the keys before I walked out. There were two men dressed in black by my door. I easily figured them out to be guards. “Weird,” I said out loud. Hotel security is tight these days.

I ordered a ride on my way down the stairs, whic