Letisha’s POV
My head pounded fiercely, and my mouth was dry. The moment I blinked open against the too-bright light, memories slammed into me with sickening force.
Michael…that shameless bastard.
I groaned in distress as I tried to take stock of my situation. Aside from the pounding in my head and a stinging sensation in my nose, my body felt fine.
“Are you awake?” Michael's voice sounded behind me.
I let out a scream of surprise and struggled to sit up.
“Let me help you. You'll fall and hurt yourself.”
I felt his hands on my arms and smacked them away. “Don't touch me!” I yelled.
I finally managed to fight against the layers of my skirt and sat up well enough to glare at him. He was sitting beside me on…a bed? I glanced around in a panic and tried to figure out where I was—a hotel room.
How…? The last thing I remembered was being on the balcony.
“Where the hell am I? What are you doing, Michael?”