8. Cold Shower

Charlotte’s POV

I woke up the following day with a headache, and now I don't know what to do. I got up to try to remember what happened the other day. I rubbed the back of my head a little and then had a flashback of what had happened before.

I looked around and said, "And this isn't my apartment..."

I took a deep breath and said with a sour smile, "Oh, I don't have a place to live anymore...but whose apartment is this?

I was startled in nervousness when someone knocked on the door. I start to move slowly backward while holding my breath and looking for a way out. Damn, it could be the mob boss who kidnapped me, but why is he wasting his time just to have me with him?

I thought it was all over already?

Then I opened the window and gasped in amazement when I saw how I could jump from the top of Los Angeles's tallest building. What am I doing here in L.A.?

I gulped as someone slowly opened the door. When I heard a creaking sound, I shut my eyes tightly, and a familiar voice asked, "