Liam's POV
My phone buzzed incessantly, vibrating against my nightstand. I opened one bleary eye to stare at the caller ID. Julian Clairemont. Fucking perfect.
I sat up in bed, my head pounding from last night's excesses. Images from the club flashed through my mind—Crystal approaching me, her hands on my tie, me walking into that room...
And walking right back out five minutes later.
I couldn't do it. Even drunk and miserable, I couldn't bring myself to be with anyone but Hazel. Pathetic.
The phone continued its assault. I grabbed it, sliding my thumb across the screen.
"Sterling," I growled.
"We need to meet. Now." Julian's voice was clipped, formal.
"It's seven in the morning on a Saturday," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Isabella came home quite upset last night. We have matters to discuss."
Of course she did. I should have expected her dramatic retelling of events.
