38: Mother In-Law

LUCIAN

It felt like Owen was timing Blair, because the moment she walks out of my hotel room, he comes barrelling in.

His knowing look makes me want to knock it off. With my fist.

And when he opens his mouth, I regret not doing that.

“Well, this is getting a little too serious for my liking.”

I ignored him and kept buttoning up my shirt. Finally getting dressed after my shower.

“What happened to it is just going to be a marriage on paper?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“It is.” I grumbled, tying my tie.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat.

“No, you’re way in over your head.” I go to speak but he cuts me off. “She slept over.”

“I remember. I was there.” My reply is clipped short, and dry.

I was done with the conversation because I knew I wouldn’t like where it was going. He doesn’t look like he cared because he still kept talking.

“That is not you. You never let a girl sleep over, ever.”

“That’s my fiancé.”

I regret the words as soon as they left my lips. I fought the urge to wince w