ADRIAN’S POV
The house was dark and quiet so I guessed the kids and Tessa must be sleeping already. I did not intend on staying out this late, work was hectic and I stopped by the club for a drink but I got carried away.
I quietly walked to the kitchen to get a cup of water, the glass slid for my hand and fell. It shattered on the floor and as I picked up the glass, it pierced my hand.
“Adrian?” Tessa called. I turned to her and her face dropped when she saw my bleeding hands.
“You are bleeding Adrian,” she said, sounding concerned and walking to me.
She took my hand and dragged me to her room. I was quiet and let her take me.
“Are you drunk?” she asked as we walked to her room.
“I don’t think so. Just took a couple of shots. I just feel distorted.” I replied.
She sat me down o
