CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

“Jared, we can’t keep doing this.” Jared’s hands were dangerously low on my waist while one eye remained watchful on the door.

“Jared?” I shook him when he didn’t reply. He was fast asleep.

Fuck! What was I going to do?

There was only one thing I could do. Leave the room and call someone. Someone like Dr Ramon and tell him that he’d mistaken our room for his since he was drunk and hoped to God that he wouldn’t put two and two together.

I peeled his hands off me and he fell to the bed in a dull thump. I was the only thing keeping him upright. I quickly dressed up as fast as I could and tried to calm my nerves with no luck.

With a racing heart, I made it to his room and rapped on the door.

When there came no answer, I knocked again. Was no one around?

I returned to the room having no idea what I could do. Anyone could walk in at any point in time. Penelope could.

I remained in the lobby, just in case anyone I knew walked in and I could explain what happened.

I wasn’t sure what time b