Nala.
I woke up the next morning completely ignorant of where I was and how I got there. I tried opening my eyes but quickly shut them back due to the morning sun flickering through the window.
Using one hand to shield my face, I finally opened my eyes to see that I was not in my room. I quickly sat up and tried recalling what happened the previous night.
The last thing I remembered was being in the restaurant with Tyron and feeling a little dizzy. Everything else seemed blurry
I also noticed that my clothes had been changed, and my heart skipped a little as to what may have happened.
“Good morning, Nala,” I heard Tyron say, from one end of the room, where he was seated with a glass of wine in one hand.
“Good morning,” I answered as more questions flooded my mind.
How did I get up
