Chapter 33. Bombshell

Joan POV

I sniffed and burrowed further into the bed. The place smelled like heaven—enticing and intoxicating, like something I could get drunk on. I rolled onto my stomach and peeled my eyes open. My vision was blurry as I stared at the ceiling.

Where am I? My apartment doesn’t smell this good, nor does it look this dark. Hell, I sleep with my curtains open so I can catch the first ray of sunshine every morning.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to force some clarity into my brain. Have I been kidnapped? No, the room was far too pretty to be a kidnapper’s lair. Actually, it looked luxurious, like something out of a catalog.

A groan escaped me as I slid down the fluffy king-sized bed. I needed coffee to wake up properly and figure out what was going on. My feet moved on autopilot, taking me out of the room. Eventually, I ended up in the sitting room.

The fog in my brain started to lift, and I realized where I was: Aaron’s penthouse. Memories st