CHAPTER 21: Flight of fear

MEREDITH:

As Miles left the room, I collapsed onto the bed, shrieking at the thick mattress. My voice was muffled, and only some of my screams got out. I was anxious, perplexed, and relieved. Whatever angel spoke to him, I was grateful to that angel. The bill for my brothers had been taken care of, I had shelter now where I would get food and a job that could stabilize me while I looked for something permanent.

I didn't want to tire myself out by overthinking any of this. I got up and, for the first time, appreciated the room. This man had great taste and knew how to spend his money. No wonder I thought for a second it was heaven. The real puzzle was, I saw only one massive bed, which was the one I had woken up from. Where did he sleep last night? Apart from kissing and mentioning Christian's name, what else did I do?

"Fucking Brandon," he cursed when he got out.

I couldn't contain my laughter at his outfit. "This isn't usually your style," I chuckled. "What happened?"

My question