Page 37 of The Originals

What?

Mick stood at the door and glanced back at her, clutching the handle of the open door. “Let’s go.”

Did he really think after the fight and their argument, she would just go out to the bar and pretend nothing happened?Apparently, yes.

Mick opened the door and arched his brow.

Meg turned around on the bed giving him her back. This wasn’t over, and it wasn’t something a beer and a few laughs could fix. He’d done all the talking, shutting her down. But she wasn’t leaving the room until they figured it out. She folded her arms waiting for him to say something. At the very least some type of apology.

A few seconds passed, then she heard the door close. She drew in a breath, a sign of relief. Finally, he’d seen it from her side. If this was going to work, they had to find common ground. Meg couldn’t see his side, and he couldn’t see hers. But this relationship was worth figuring it out.

Meg slowly turned around, looking to the door. Her heart immediately sank.

Mick was gone.

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Fuck!

Mick stretched his legs, cracked his back, and covered his eyes with his arm. The sunlight streaming through the blinds was an unwelcome wakeup call.

He wasn’t sure what time he’d strolled into the motel room, but it was close to sunrise. After his fight with Meg, he’d gone out with the club, hit a few bars, and in Mick’s case, drank too much.He was nursing a raging headache and sore fists from the fight yesterday. It would be a long ride home.

He dragged his hand down his face and reached over to Meg. His hand slid over the sheets. It was only a full-size bed and not much room, but he stretched his arm until his hand curved off the side of the bed. Mick sat up, staring down at her side of the bed. Empty.

He scanned the room. Her bag was sitting by the door, packed and ready, but there was no sign of Meg. When he heard the knock on the door, he assumed it was her, and she’d forgotten her key. He got up from the bed slowly and dragged his hand down his face.

He opened the door to find Tully and Maureen standing a few feet away.

“Late night?” Tully arched his brow.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, well your day is about to get shittier. Jack wants to head out in thirty minutes.”

Fuck.

Mick gave a sharp nod, silently cursing his president. Mick was too hungover to enjoy the ride home. He would have preferred to have a little more time. But when his president gave an order, they all followed it. He’d down some water and aspirin.

Maureen stepped forward, offering him a cup of coffee and a bag. As soon as he grabbed it, he could smell the bacon. This woman was his savior right now. It would definitely help with his hangover.

“Thanks.”

She smiled, though it seemed forced. “Thank Meg.”

Mick blinked and shifted his gaze between the couple.

“She was the one who bought your breakfast. She just asked if I could bring it over to you,” Maureen said.

“Where is she?”

“We ran into her at the diner across the street,” Tully said.

That was good. She had the club. He was now cursing himself.

“Thanks for eating with her.”

“We didn’t.” Tully’s tone was stern, and his sharp glare was directed at Mick.