Adrian staggered into his penthouse, while tugging at his tie to let it loose so he could have a breath of air.
With his frame balancing on the door, he knew that he had drunk a lot tonight and he was clearly going to have a hangover in the morning.
But he didn't care, the relief he got from drinking out his sorrow tonight was worth it, he tossed the drink in his hands to his left hand side, without caring where it landed.
While he observed the house, he turned the light on to see that his house was in a good condition. Someone was here earlier, and by someone it could only mean one person who knew the passcode to this place.
Camille.
When he walked into his sitting room, to see that there was no sign of anybody here, a sigh left his lips. He would have loved having her company tonight.
But he has forgotten so soon that they were both having issues, Camille would have made a fine wife, a pretty good one at that.
