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“Damn, I wouldn’t mind taking a ride on that,” Freyja whispered, walking in to stand next to Henley while Scribe moaned, shaking his head.
Thank God for Henley, because before I could say anything, the sweet woman found a small towel and quickly covered my private parts.
“Needed a bigger towel, Princess.” Scribe groaned, throwing my sheet over me.
“Thank you.” I blushed.
“Just how in the hell did you get handcuffed to the bed?” King asked.
“I don’t know. Woke up like this.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Bailey pressed. “You couldn’t have done it yourself.”
She was right.
I’d already worked through and processed that calculation. It was feasibly impossible for me to handcuff both arms to my headboard.
Which meant someone else did it.
But who?
That was the million-dollar question.
“Frank, who were you with last night?” Scribe asked, looking at the ceiling.
Cringing, I fumed, knowing what he was seeing.
“I can’t remember. Just find the keys so I can get out of this bed.”
“Come on, Frank, it’s not the end of the world.” Bailey grinned, sitting on the end of my bed, making herself comfortable.
Gunner chuckled. “Bails is right. So, you slept with someone and can’t remember who it was. Happened to me all the time.”
Sarah narrowed her eyes at her husband, slapping his stomach. “That isn’t something to be proud of, Gunner.”
“What’s going on?” Enigma asked, wandering into the room.
Bailey snickered. “Big man over here got so stinking drunk last night he can’t remember shit.”
“Do you know how much alcohol he had to drink to get that drunk?” Skylar gasped, shaking her head, hiding a smirk. “A lot.”
“I didn’t drink!”
Well, now that I thought about it, I’m almost positive I didn’t.
I couldn’t remember anything about last night.
It was gone.
Vanished, like it never happened.
Well, I knew something happened because someone handcuffed me to my bed, naked! And when I found the person who did this, I was going to make them pay.
“Well, buddy, you drank something,” Pyro stated.
“Then explain how you remember nothing from last night?” Bailey challenged.
“Or how you got handcuffed to your bed?” Scribe added.
