11~ What Happened That Night?

Freya jerked up, glaring around the room. How the fuck did she end up here? She doesn't remember what happened the previous night, and her head hurts from too much drinking at the bar.

She remembered she had a duty to do, so she stepped out of bed, not minding what she was putting on. She was so preoccupied to think about it, she was more concerned about reaching Vincenzo's room as soon as possible. She had forgotten to knock on the door, so she pushed it open, meeting Vincenzo standing before her.

"Freya?" He called her name in a surprised manner, but then he recalls the incident last night, a frown played on his face. "I'll be back in less than twenty minutes, you've got a lot of questions to answer when I get back."

Freya stood confused, she couldn't get what he was saying and why he had said that. Why does she need to answer questions? Did something happen?

"Yes, sir." She muttered the words.

He walked past her but then stopped. "Take a shower too, you smell like alcohol." He lef