Della’s POV
Sapphire's sudden intrusion sobered me up a bit. But my head was still dizzy, and all kinds of smells were surrounding me.
The soreness of my joints and muscles reminded me that what happened between me and Mr.K just now.
In those broken memories, I didn't seem to reject the man's intimacy. What’s worse, on the contrary, I actually catered to him. Damn, how could I do this?
I furrowed my brows and looked up at Sapphire in confusion while I kept clenching Mr. K’s coat around my naked body.
Sapphire sighed as she urged me to grab the white bathrobe she was handing over seconds after she went into the bathroom.
“It’s good that this VIP lounge was a guestroom before it was renovated. Or else we’ll have a harder time.”
I whimpered as a nerve-wracking pain stung my head. I kept my eyes closed while I wore the bathrobe before I sat back down and massaged my temples.
Damn! I’ll never drink again!