Eric's eyes fluttered open the next morning, and Melissa was frantically pacing across the room, grabbing all his clothes and throwing them at him, similar to the last time.He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing? I got fired, I don't need to be there—""I knew you wouldn't remember anything from last night," she breathed in panic, searching through his bedroom for a pair of socks, throwing one at him. He caught it, bewildered completely and she hissed, "Put your clothes on."Afterwards, he brushed his teeth while she fixed his hair, "You'll understand later." He obeyed her, and when he exited the room, he had not been expecting seeing the tall built inside his home.Draven H. Malcom was sipping on his coffee, reaching for the cabinets and examining all its entities, before a grimace pulled his features and he turned away. He was well-dressed, a suit over his shoulders with a tight black polo and a gold chain around his neck. His black hair was slicked backwards, and his eyes seeme
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