Chapter 7

ADRIAN (POV)

The morning light that seeped in from the curtains made me wake up, rolling from side to side on the bed.

I groaned, rubbing a hand across my face, trying to get used to my vision again.

My head throbbed slightly and I felt a dull ache behind my eyes, it was a tangible reminder of the previous night's events.

But my mind was still quite unstable, struggling to piece together the fragments of memory.

I sat up slowly, running a hand through my bushy hair, blinking at the empty space beside me.

Joan was no longer here, she was gone.

For a moment, I felt disappointed.

Maybe she had snuck out early, perhaps out of shyness or fear of the other maids and the prying questions they would all be nursing by now.

I am sure she was also scared of getting blamed for taking advantage of her boss’s vulnerable moment.

I waved off the thought. She had nothing to fear.

I wasn’t that drunk anyways, I knew exactly what I was doing.

But why?

Furrowing my brow, I let a chain of fresh