(Darius' POV)
My head was still pounding—a dull, incessant ache that worsened with every passing second.
I sat up from the bed, swinging my legs over the edge.
My elbows rested on my knees, fingers buried in my hair as I tried to piece together the events of last night.
But it was like chasing shadows—fragments of memories slipping through my grasp before I could make sense of them.
Charlotte scoffed, eyeing me with amusement.
"Darius, please. Why are you acting like this? It's not like this is the first time we've had sex."
I swallowed, forcing my mind to work through the fog.
"You're lying," I said, my voice hoarse. "Nothing happened last night. You're just making things up."
Charlotte sighed dramatically, stretching like a satisfied cat.
"Why would I lie about something like that? Even though you were drunk, you enjoyed what we had. Old flames never truly die, after all."
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. My pulse roared in my ears.
