Chapter 8

Julia POV

I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times, in an attempt to take in the glowing brightness. I glanced around only to notice that I was not in my room; it was too spacious for me. Where am I? The wall of the room is painted gray with a white ceiling, which is, in my opinion, very dull. The furniture was all black, from the door to the huge cupboard affixed to the wall.

Closing my eyes again, I tried to recall the last night, and that's when the realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. I was drugged last night, and I had sex with a man I barely know. Fuck, you’re so stupid Julia. When are you going to stop putting yourself in trouble?

I was so busy blaming myself that I failed to notice a muscled, veiny arm snaking around my waist. I suddenly bumped into a firm, naked chest, and again that sandalwood scent hit me with so much force that it blurred my sanity. I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to be still sleeping. But when I didn’t hear any movement, I peered