Thirty Eight

SOMEONE ELSE

Madonna's pov

I woke up with a pounding headache. I equated it to dehydration right away, wondering if I had gotten too drunk and had one hell of a dream. The only reality I could recall immediately was picking out a dress with Charlotte.

But when I sat up, laying a hand on my throbbing forehead my eyes widened in terror. I was not in my bed. I was in the hotel room. A hotel room with a giant television, a glorious view of the mountains, and modern décor. All of those added together made a room I couldn't afford, even after a particularly good night. It was something only the son of rich parents could afford.

I was in the suite's room. And I was nearly naked, wearing only my black, lacey bra and satin panties. I gasped, scrambling to pull the top sheet over my bare skin. But there was no one else in the hotel room to shield my body from. I barely remembered Oliver leaving the room, but it seemed that he wasn't back yet.

That seemed strange in itself as the sun had been