AVALON
Seven hundred emails.
Two hundred unanswered calls.
Fifty six text messages on w******p.
And several more on other social media apps.
Did the world collapse during the ten hours I was asleep, because this numbers ain't making any sense to me. How did it add up over night? When I arrived at the club, my inbox wasn't empty but it definitely lacked a few hundred.
Where am I anyways?
I scanned the room for anything that would give me a clue about where I am. A light pink sweater hanging off an open door clocked me into understanding this room, and who it belonged too. It's my room....at the mansion. If I recall correctly, I fell asleep in Ace's penthouse. Don't tell me he brought us back to the mansion and tucked me into bed while I was sleeping?
If he did, and I slept through
