Isla POV

I blinked, disoriented, groaning as I shifted on the bed. Morning light crept through the window, and I finally opened my eyes.

I found myself in Ronan's room, under the sheets with no clothes on. I glanced to my side, feeling a hand wrapped around my waist, and saw Ronan still sleeping, snoring loudly.

My face twisted in disgust, remembering what happened last night. I sighed, sitting up, and remembered my task.

His phone was on the bedside table. I reached for it, unlocked it using his fingerprint, my heart pounding.

I scrolled through his messages with Vivienne. Everything was there. Photos. Texts. Dates. I screenshotted it all...