Skye Brown woke up with a headache and aching limbs.
Ever since she got involved with Dylan Wellington years ago from drinking, she had quit drinking for several years—
She clearly said she wouldn't drink again, yet, last night she got drunk at the launch party.
Shaking her head, she slowly sat up from the bed, silently lamenting that alcohol causes trouble.
Not drinking a drop for these three years had worsened her tolerance, leaving her head spinning.
She was recalling how she returned to the hotel last night, who brought her back... while getting up.
The result—
The white feather quilt slid from her body, which had been lovingly caressed, revealing porcelain white, soft neck, collarbone, and chest, all covered in distinctly visible love bites filled with an ambiguous air.
Even further down, her flat stomach, and... an unmentionable spot on her inner thighs.
Skye was completely stunned, utterly stunned…
