Chapter 8

I woke up as the sun’s rays hit my face through the window.

“Where am I?” I asked myself, looking around the room.

This was different from Kameron’s room. I knew what that looked like. My eyes flew to my body, and I saw the same clothes I was still wearing yesterday.

Why did my head hurt? I wasn’t that drunk last night. I left the room with my hand on my head. It hurt! It seemed like it was being torn apart!

When I got out of the room, a half-naked Jaxsen came into my view. He was holding a spatula in his left hand and a cooking book in his right hand.

Was I in his apartment? I was trying to remember why we came here.

His back was so hot, and it was sizzling!

I cleared my throat to catch his attention, which I didn’t fail to do. He turned off the stove and faced me. He raised an eyebrow at me when he saw me looking at his body.

“Liking the view?”

I smirked. “Hating the view,” I corrected.

I approached him and went straight