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I head into the living room and see Drew, Kayce, and Cameron sitting around the table eating breakfast.
“What’s up, Grumpy?” Kayce winks at me, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Where were you last night? We missed you,” Cameron says as he bites into a piece of toast.
“I had things to do,” is all I give them.
“Well, you didn’t miss much. It was the usual. Drinks, chicks, chaos.” Drew sips on his coffee. I let out a grunt of acknowledgment as I pick up a bagel off the table spread.
The elevator doors open, and Asher strolls in. He offers us all a nod and a smile.
“Ken let me up. How’s the girl doing?” he asks, and internally I cringe at his words and the fact that I have yet to tell the guys about last night. And on cue, Kayce opens his big mouth.
“Girl? Did you bring home a girl, Evans?” Kayce jumps up. “Did you get laid?” He slaps my back, and I shoot him a death glare.
“She was hurt. I just happened to be there and brought her back here and called him,” I growl as I point to Asher.
“Is she okay?” Drew furrows his brows in concern. As usual, Drew steps into a protective role. It’s like second nature to this guy.
“Well, that is what I want to check on,” Asher says as he steps closer. “She was definitely drugged. Ketamine.”
“Whoa. Someone drugged her?” Cameron slowly stands from his seat. I nod in response.
A gasp has us turning our heads toward the sound. A frail and pale woman stands there, her eyes wide and her mouth wide open. Confusion passes through her as she takes in all of us staring at her.
“Holy fuck.” Drew’s voice draws my attention toward him, and I watch as he takes a step back away from the table. He looks like he has seen a ghost. And then he slowly steps closer to her, but stops when he reaches me, not wanting to scare her.
Her eyes don’t leave his, and she watches his every move.
And then he breaks. “Raelyn.”
Chapter Thirteen
RAELYN
The poundingin my head causes me to groan and shift. The feeling of softness under me, the warmth covering me, I almost don’t want to move or wake up. It’s like sleeping on a cloud.
But the fact that it’s not a lumpy, shitty hotel mattress causes me to slowly peel my eyes open. The light hurts, and I squint, trying to see through the pain.
Where the hell am I?
“Ow,” I moan as the hammer in my skull pounds away at whatever is left in my head. The fogginess and confusion keep me from trying to figure out where I am. One thing at a time, though.
Slowly, I sit up and find myself in my clothes from last night. But I am in a strange bed. This definitely is not the bed of the hotel we were staying in. I swallow, and my throat feels like there are razors in it. I turn to my right and see a bottle of water sitting next to me. Quickly, I grab it and open it, taking a huge gulp of water and immediately regretting that.
Nausea suddenly hits me, and I try to blow out long breaths to calm it. The last thing I want to do is puke all over this verynice and probably very expensive bed. God knows I don’t have two pennies to rub together let alone money to pay to clean or replace this.
I blink a few times, trying to get some moisture to my very dry eyes. When I finally focus, I gasp at the view in front of me. The panoramic view of floor-to-ceiling windows shows a beautiful view of the strip.
Even with the pounding in my head, the view draws me toward it. The blue sky shines through, the sun lighting up the room around me.
Holy fuck.
Wherever I am, whoever I am with, is definitely swimming in some cash. This is a premium view of the strip. Not to mention the size of this room and the décor.
The wall behind the bed is lined with wallpaper with a gold shimmer. The white shade headboard pops from the wallpaper. A dresser of some sort sits at the end of the bed. It’s a light-colored wood that has gold accents.
I get up to inspect it and find that there are no drawers on it. There is a button on the side, and I push it. The “dresser” comes to life, and the top rises up. Out of it, a TV pops up.