Book 5: What’s Going On?

Maddox stirred, but excruciating pain shot through his body to his head. “Damn!” He grabbed his throbbing head. A bout of nausea made him open his eyes and ease himself off the bed. What was wrong with him?

His glance fell upon himself, and he gasped with shock. Where were his clothes? When did he remove them, and why? He blinked out of his haze and staggered to his en-suite. But strangely, he wasn’t in his bedroom. 

How did he sleep in the entertainment room? 

But there was no time to ponder. The nausea was killing him. He rushed to the nearest washroom and threw up. After five minutes, he staggered back to the entertainment room, feeling like a truck had mowed him down. 

His gaze fell on the decor, and he gasped. The entire place was decorated with stupid red roses. There was a red blanket on the sofa with untouched food and wine served on the side table. It looked like a setup for a romantic date! 

Then his gaze fell on a packet of condo