Aiden POV
Before I could react, Alexia stumbled forward, clutching her stomach as if she were trying to hold herself together. I grabbed her shoulders to keep her upright, but it was like trying to steady a tornado in heels.
"Bathroom," I barked, already moving toward the closest one down the hall. But she groaned again, her legs turning to jelly beneath her.
"No... I can't…" she mumbled, her hand flying to her mouth as she gagged audibly.
For a split second, I contemplated my life choices—what series of decisions had brought me here, holding up a drunken mess of a woman who was two seconds away from ruining my marble floors.
"Hold it in," I growled through gritted teeth, practically dragging her toward the bathroom door.
She made a feeble attempt to push me away. "Stop yelling," she slurred, swaying dangerously to the side.
