chapter 8

The morning sun poured through gaps in the thick blackout curtains, coming to rest right on her closed eyes.

Camille opened them to just a slit, wincing at the migraine that set in almost immediately. Her body felt like lead, like something was crushing her.

She looked around the room when her vision settled. Dark golden walls glowed from the sunlight, and a luxurious carpet covered the floor beneath her bed.

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

She put a hand up to her head and sat up, trying in vain to ease her headache, “Where I’m I?” She said scanning her environment.

The room was really large, a chandelier was attached to the white ceiling, with men’s clothes and cologne hanging around the room.

“Where I’m? How…did I get here?” She said, trying to straighten her hair with her fingers. She crawled out of the bed and picked up her phone and made a call.

Camille hung up the phone when she was done with the man on the phone.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again.

Watching the name