Chapter Thirteen

Minutes later, we still sat down there staring at each other, I grabbed the duvet holding it tightly to my chest as I stared back at him

“What are you doing on my bed??” I eyed him accusingly while not taking my eyes away from him.

He scoffed and then sat upright, not minding that his chest was bare as he dragged a shirt over his body. I couldn't look away

“Sweetheart if you look very well you will know who came to whose room,” he remarked, and then with a single move he stood up from the bed

Wait, my eyes weigh the room and yes, this place is fucking masculine with all the dark shades of green that are happening, it isn't the place I have been sleeping

“What am I doing here, then??” I stood up from the bed and looked at myself, realizing that I am still glammed up in what I wore yesterday.

“You should ask yourself that question, particularly when you stink of alcohol so badly” he gave me a mean look

I looked down at myself and without showing too much inhaled and yes, I fucking smell