Chapter 36

Megan’s POV

Next morning, I woke having a hangover. Even after a hot bath.

My head was slitting into two. I heard a shrill ringing of my doorbell.

"Coming!" I croaked, wrapping a satin robe around myself and shuffling to the door.

I cracked it open to find a wild-eyed Lilly on the other side. She barged past me into the apartment.

"What on earth happened last night after I left?" She whirled on me, waving her phone accusingly. "This whole damn city is buzzing about you and some mystery man!"

I squinted at the screen. Sure enough, the gossip blogs were plastered with blurry pics - me being carried from the club by a shirtless, muscular figure.

My stomach dropped as flashes of memory returned... Chris saving me. Him unzipping my dress. The tantalizing Instagram post.

"Oh god..." I sank onto the sofa, mortified. "I never meant to..."

"Never meant to WHAT exactly?" Lilly demanded. "Give the vultures more meat to gnaw