Chapter Seventeen: His 'Exes'

Olivia Lawson

I didn't drink anything last night, but my head is pounding.

I groan as I take in the fancy room; it is plain and lacks personality because the decorations are sparse.

It's easy to dismiss that because it looks like this is a hotel, but some rooms are rented depending on the needs and money of a person. I know he can afford to decorate such a place for his needs, but either he works all the time, so it's temporary, or he simply doesn’t care.

My body feels oddly light despite my headache, which, I realise, could have come about because of my crying yesterday.

"He undressed me?"

I frown as I look down. The only things on my body are Matteo’s socks and shirt, which I know are his from the scent.

I hate that I want to bury my nose in them.

Sliding out of the bed is easy. The clock reads three a.m., meaning I've barely slept for four hours.

"Mh...."

I wince at the discomfort between my thighs. It doesn't hurt, but it definitely feels tender and clean.

Oh god, he wiped me down