Jerome was awakened by an itch.
It felt like ants crawling around his right foot, and he absentmindedly scratched it, only to hit the hard cast, jolting him awake.
Opening his eyes, he immediately sensed something was amiss.
The surroundings were unfamiliar, clearly a hotel room, a luxurious suite befitting his status.
His heart sank rapidly.
He remembered meeting Jerry for drinks last night, and Jerry had access to his room code.
There was no reason for him to book a hotel room.
How did he end up here!?
Frantically throwing off the covers, Jerome's heart sank halfway.
While his shorts were still on, his outer pants were missing.
His head was tightly wrapped in the blanket, making it difficult to remember anything beyond seeing a girl who resembled Vivian approaching him before he lost consciousness.
Did he really do something to betray Vivian!?
His first time, given away so casually to a stranger!?
Jerome couldn't accept it.