“Charlene?”
Noah's voice was low, almost uncertain, and he blinked rapidly to adjust to the little light that was sipping into the room through the room. His eyes darted back to the woman on his bed, and as if the alcohol suddenly left his system, he gasped and jumped off the bed.
“What the hell are you doing in my bed?” He thundered, frantically reaching for his mask which was lying on the floor. He put it on immediately and dragged his pants up, racing towards Charlene whose tears had already drenched her top.
“I swear, I didn't know that it was Veronica, I thought it was you.” He was obviously panicking, his eyes were wider than they had ever been, and sweat was already trickling down his face. His head tried to put two and two together, but confusion had set in already.
How did Veronica get on his bed? Why was he so intoxicated even though he didn't remember drinking too much?
Charlene could only stare helplessly, tears streaming down her face. She knew they were not in good te
