Overcome with emotion, I began to cry my heart out.
Taken aback, he hurriedly reached out to brush away my tears.
“You’ve had too much to drink,” he said gently.
I shoved his hand away and collapsed into his arms, insisting stubbornly, “I’m not drunk! I’m perfectly sober! I know you’re a model, so how much to come with me? Will ten thousand do it?”
In my haze, I writhed against him, beating his chest with frustrated, unsteady fists. Above me, I could hear him gulping with unease.
With a fleeing hesitation, in the end, he scooped me up and carried me out.
The next morning arrived, and I woke up from my deep slumber only to find myself in his arms in an intimate embrace.
Before I could process anything, a familiar face came into view.
Spencer Smith, the new permanent hire at our company, graduated from a prestigious university.
Seeing his face surprised me, and my heart skipped a beat. Cold sweat instantly coated my forehead.
Seizing the chance while he was still asleep, I immediately dressed and slipped out of the hotel room.
Unbeknownst to me, Spencer smirked in bed as the door clicked shut.
Minutes later, I arrived home, and Theron was nowhere to be found.
I checked my phone and saw our chat window still empty, a mocking smile playing at the corners of my lips.
After freshening up, I heard the door click shut and turned to find Theron standing there, casually explaining, “Lyra had too much to drink last night. She caught a bit of a chill after getting some fresh air, so I stayed behind to look after her. Nothing happened between us, so don’t think too much about it.”
As usual, Theron tossed his jacket onto the sofa and placed his phone on the coffee table to charge before heading into the bedroom.
When I finished my makeup and stepped out, I noticed a used hygiene product poking out of his pocket. A wave of nausea quickly rose in my throat.
Today was supposed to be our wedding photo day. I walked to the bedroom door with a cold demeanor and asked, “Are we still going ahead with the photos today?”
His irritated voice immediately cut in, “I didn’t sleep well last night. How can I have the energy for this? Why the rush? Can’t you wait a few days?”
In the past, I might have launched into a heated argument, desperately questioning his feelings for me.
Without a word, I nodded and moved to the sofa. As I was about to cancel the photoshoot, my eyes landed on his phone.