Chapter 5

Pollen’s POV

I stared at him, dumbstruck. He froze, then sat up abruptly to look under the sheets —just like I did.

“Damn it!” I heard him curse and shut his eyes tight.

“What have you done to me?” I screeched, at the same time jumping off the bed and racing around in search of my clothes.

“What do you mean? I can’t even recall a thing” He muttered— his voice, hazy and exhausted. Then he sat on the edge of the bed to run his fingers through his hair.

“Ugh!—My head hurts” He groaned.

But I didn’t care. I was too confused to give a hoot.

“My dress!” I said frantically, pulling on the white duvet that was wrapped around my body.

“Where is my dress?” I asked again, not looking at him.

My eyes were too busy rummaging the suite to do that. Furthermore, I was too embarrassed to do that even if I wanted to.

“How am I supposed to know?” Was his rude reply.

He got off the bed and staggered to the restroom.