The next morning, my eyes opened to the blinding sunlight and a pathetic pain in my back. Sullenly, I sat up, my brain all foggy and rubbed my eyes gingerly to brush the sleep away. I felt so groggy and as I glanced at the clock, I realized why. It was f*****g ten in the morning. I don't remember when was the last time I slept this goddamn late. Usually, I wake up at five, go for a perimeter run and then hit the gym for an hour or two before getting back, taking a shower and then heading down to breakfast.
"s**t," I hissed, running my fingers through my hair and I just couldn't fathom why I was sleeping on the couch. A quick scan around the room and as my eyes landed on the heap of muddy clothes on the ottoman, everything came hurling at me.
Rose...the men...the fact that I almost kill
