CHAPTER 42: EMERGENCY

(Darius' POV)

My head was still pounding—a dull, incessant ache that worsened with every passing second.

I sat up from the bed, swinging my legs over the edge.

My elbows rested on my knees, fingers buried in my hair as I tried to piece together the events of last night.

But it was like chasing shadows—fragments of memories slipping through my grasp before I could make sense of them.

Charlotte scoffed, eyeing me with amusement.

"Darius, please. Why are you acting like this? It's not like this is the first time we've had sex."

I swallowed, forcing my mind to work through the fog.

"You're lying," I said, my voice hoarse. "Nothing happened last night. You're just making things up."

Charlotte sighed dramatically, stretching like a satisfied cat.

"Why would I lie about something like that? Even though you were drunk, you enjoyed what we had. Old flames never truly die, after all."