I heard the familiar sound of my ringtone.
My phone?
I forced my eyes open and sat up in the king-sized bed, my eyes scanning the majestic room before I veered them to the nightstand.
Did Athena return my phone last night? I think she did.
I was pretty drunk after numerous expensive wines down my throat. I just kept drinking and drinking... God, I thought I was way past that, but nope, it seems not.
I rubbed my temple, because it felt like it was gonna split open. I drank the glass of water nearby, but groaned when my damn phone wouldn't stop ringing.
I stretched for it sluggishly and pressed the phone to my ear.
"What?! Did you know what time it is?"
"Took you long enough to answer."
My half-opened eyes widened. The headache shrank, and the next thing I had to worry about was my veins not bursting from how hard they pulsed.
It's Noah.
"Act natural," he said the next second. "Where are you right now? Don't lie to me."
I gulped. "A hotel..."
"Doing what?"
This fucker.
