Inside the room.
Harrison had just regained consciousness. His head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache as he blinked his eyes open.
The first thing that came into focus was the familiar, strikingly beautiful face of a woman.
Only then did he realize—he was lying completely naked atop her warm, delicate body. What the hell happened?!
His pupils contracted sharply as memories of the moments before he blacked out flooded back. —
Harrison had received a message from Gina, luring him to the second-floor dressing room to witness Camilla being humiliated.
The moment he stepped inside, someone had struck him from behind.
Darkness swallowed his vision, and he lost consciousness. Now, here he was.
Shit. Harrison'd been set up!!
No—he couldn't let anyone find him like this!!
Adrenaline surged through Harrison as rationality snapped back into place.
Harrison shoved himself up from the bed in a panic, his elbow knocking over the bedside lamp.
