CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Kelvin's P.O.V

I awoke with a throbbing headache, greeted by the morning light. My temples pulsed as I rubbed them, then reached for my phone to check the time – it was already six in the morning.

Groaning, I sank back into the bed, shifting slightly and realizing I was naked under the blanket. Confusion knitted my brow.

"How did I-? Oh, damn it," I cursed, a wave of remembrance flooding in from the previous night.

Why did I let that happen? I should have had better control over myself and exercised some self-restraint.

I was supposed to despise her, avoid her, and never fall into her trap again. So why the hell did I do the exact opposite?

I sighed and raked my fingers through my hair. I messed up royally. Why did I even attend that party?

I shouldn't have shown up, no – I should never have taken that drink and let myself get drunk. But I couldn't resist, not when I saw that jerk James talking to her. I impulsively grabbed whatever the bartender had on offer and downed it.

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