Alpha Grayson’s POV
The hangover hit me like a ton of bricks. Three barrels of alcohol last night—what was I even thinking? My head was pounding as I dragged myself off the couch, groaning. I grabbed some meds, hoping to dull the throbbing and make it through the day without collapsing.
I couldn’t shake the guilt, though. Last night... questioning Hailey and Jordan... I went too far. Way too far. I was out of line, and now I had to deal with the consequences. Jordan’s not gonna let this slide, and honestly, he’s got every right to be pissed. I need to apologize.
Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ruby, my secretary. “Alpha, you’ve got a meeting with Clifford Cooperative in two days. You can’t miss it this time.”
I rubbed my temples. “Cancel it. I’ve got something else to deal with.”
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