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“What the fuck?” I groaned, wiping my eyes with the back of my knuckles.
Again, it sounded.
“Fuck.”
Rolling over, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, but it wasn’t there. Panicked, I shot up in bed, shirtless but still wearing my other clothes from the prior night. Sliding my hand into my pocket, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Holy shit! Thirty-eight missed calls?!” I tossed the phone over my shoulder onto the mattress before running my fingers through my hair.
Again, the chiming echoed.
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled, stumbling across the bedroom to the security display screen on the wall. “Shit.” I realized I was still drunk and felt worse than I had in a long time. Normally, drinking didn’t affect me that badly. Leaning against the wall, I pressed theTalkbutton.
“Yeah?” I mumbled, grabbing my throbbing head.
Mr. Hardwin, it’s 7:35.
“And?” I checked the time in the upper left corner of the screen.
You told me to be here at seven. He paused, leaning further out of his car toward the camera.Sir, do you have to be somewhere?
“Shit,” I groaned, realizing I was running late. “Give me five.”
My gaze fell on a phone with a sparkly pink case, laying on top of my dresser. Confused, I tilted my head, studying it briefly before I showered. Replaying the hazy memory of last night, I dressed in black ripped jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt with black leather Chelsea boots. I grabbed my belongings, then hurried out the door.
“Damnit,” I grumbled, realizing I should have taken something for my excruciating headache to get through the day.Squinting at the sunlight, I raised my arm over my face as a makeshift visor before sliding my black Versace sunglasses on.
Tom, standing next to the back passenger door of a limo, grinned, his hands clasped behind his back. He opened the door, and I slid in, closing my eyes, letting my head fall back against the headrest. I wasn’t sure if I dozed off or not, but I suddenly had the sensation of falling.
“Where to, Mr. Hardwin?”
“Hmm?” I hummed at the sound of his voice. “Oh, um Stanley Manor.”
“Sure thing!” He was way too enthusiastic for my mood.
“Yep,” I agreed softly, settling back into the light nap.
Wait!My eyes sprung wide open.Why was my old driver at my house? Why are we communicating as if we never lost touch? Why am I in the back seat of his car after a couple of years?
Peering around, my gaze trailed over every detail of the black leather interior. I arched a brow at a red lace thong on the floor. Cocking my head, I studied it, but my curiosity ceased abruptly.Fuck!It was then I remembered the previous night, though any details were a blur. I knew I didn’t have sex with anyone. There was no way in hell. My body stiffened before falling limp in defeat.What have I done?!Digging my phone out of my pocket, I scrolled through the list of missed calls.
“Jesus,” I mumbled barely above a whisper, “oh no oh no oh no.”
Among the missed calls was a single outgoing call… to Amber. I had drunk dialed my ex-girlfriend and there was no telling what I said to her. Shaking my head, I bit the back of my knuckles, squeezing the phone.
I stared blankly out the window, knowing I needed to at least call Jenna. It would be the perfect way to test the waters, but after so many missed calls between her and Ian, there must’ve been some sort of emergency. I scrolled over to Jenna’s name, pressing it, resting the phone against my ear. It rang a few times before she picked up.
It’s him, hush! Hey!
What?I wrinkled my nose, burying my forehead in my hand, groaning.
Oh sorry. Alejandro and Ian were discussing something. How are you settling in?
Pinching my brows together at the strange name, I ignored her question.Wait, wait, Jen. Who’s Alejandro?
He’s… uh a financial advisor from New York. He’s um, here working on a project with Ian.
I didn’t like her tone. Why did she not want me to know about him? Suddenly, I heard Amber’s voice in the background.
