CYRIL

“Where am I?” I asked rhetorically, rubbing my blurry eyes.

I caressed my head in pain and glanced around to confirm my surroundings. Still, I couldn't recall how I had ended up in a hotel room.

The last thing I remembered was being bundled out of Adrian's party like an intruder.

My back still ached from the beating I had received at the hands of Adrian's guards.

“What was I thinking? When did I suddenly become a chronic drunk?” I questioned my decision to attack Olivia. That was when I realized I was the biggest fool on earth.

It wasn't my intention to appear drunk at that party. It...