Chapter 35 - Daddy Issues.

Viviane

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I hate being hungover.

My head pounded like a sledgehammer against my skull. I never let myself drink enough to get to this point—always kept it in check—but this was next level. Something was off.

Wait.

I never drank. I didn’t drink anything last night, did I?

The last thing I remembered was being at that old man's apartment. I sat up fast, too fast, my stomach lurching in protest. The room swayed as I blinked against the fog clouding my brain. My vision was blurry, the edges of the room hazy like I was seeing through a dirty lens.

Where the hell was I?

The sheets felt wrong, too smooth, too cold—definitely not my bed. Panic crept in like ice water down my spine, my pulse speeding up. My heart thudded in my chest, and my hands shook as I pushed myself up. The air felt thick, heavy, like it was suffocating me. I wasn’t home. This wasn’t right.

What the fuck happened?

I looked down and froze. My clothes were gone. All I had on was my bra and underwear.