A clue

Scarlett's POV:

I opened my eyes to see the sunlight reflecting into the room. I found myself lying on the comfy bed, Jones was nowhere to be seen. I sat up on the bed and when I did, I felt a terrible headache practically knocking me out. I winced in pain until I was able to recall everything that had happened from last time.

From the drinks, to emotional talks and confession of feelings and then to his room where he showed me a painting that he made out of heartbreak. He basically offered it to me and I collected it without any disapproval. We had somehow fallen asleep.

As I looked around I heard some whispers coming from the living room. It didn't sound like Jones, instead it sounded like some angry lady who had been robbed of her money or something. I got up from the bed and hastily walked out and got into the living room where I saw Jones with a brunette lady. Quite tall with a body like that of a female athlete. My presence seemed to be acknowledged because she stopped talking