CH 15: A Fresh Wound

Jason’s POV

I saw a spot of blood on the surface of the bedsheet. The spots were small but scattered and irregularly shaped.

Have I had sex with her? However, why did I have no memory of last night’s sex with her?

“Do you doubt my honesty?” she asked as she sat on a chair and drank the orange juice available on the dining table.

I was still standing pensively beside the bed, trying to remember every moment of yesterday from the time we arrived at the bar until I got drunk, and then I laid my head down on the table. Just then, I heard Clara’s voice calling Leo to come to the bar.

Not long after, I felt two people carrying my body into a car, then into a hotel, an elevator, and ended up in this room. I was so drunk so I closed my eyes. That was why I only remembered every detail of the incident through every sound I heard.

Yeah, I was sure didn’t have sex with her.

“Jason!” Clara yelled.

I suddenly snapped out of my reverie and looked at her. “Sorry.”

“So you can only say sorry?” she as