Cristelle looked around. This bedroom was bigger than her house.

She bit on her bottom lip, “Who allowed you to bring me back? What did you do to me? And where are my clothes?”

Linford sat up from the bed. He thought the way Cristelle acted was oversensitive, but he didn’t want to be too harsh to her after her bad dream.

“You were completely drunk last night. I can’t leave you there with that animal.”

“But you can’t just bring me into your bedroom randomly!” Cristelle was so pissed off, blushing furiously, “And that doesn’t give you the right to take off my clothes.”

“Are you sure you still...