Chapter 21

Suddenly, a soft creak broke the silence as the door opened, and Celestia's eyes snapped open. The sound of footsteps confirmed-this wasn't a dream. Who the hell is it? She rubbed her eyes, trying to fully wake herself. Ever since she and Jareth got married, they had slept in separate rooms. Her space was off-limits-she cleaned it herself, no one came in. So who was barging in at this hour? She instinctively got up and flicked on the bedside lamp. Before she could even gasp, a dark figure stumbled toward her. Next thing she knew, something heavy landed on her leg-and when she looked down, all she saw was a flushed face staring up at her. It was him. Jareth. The man who'd been away for over two weeks. And he was trashed. Like-really trashed. Shirt hanging off his shoulder, hair a mess, stubble all over his chin like he hadn't shaved in days. He didn't look anything like the polished CEO of Carrington Corporation. Just a guy who'd lost a fight with a bottle. Why the hell was he in her ro