Waking up, Max immediately noticed the absence of the warmth and plumpness that had once enveloped him. Grumbling, he rubbed his eyes and glanced down at his stark naked body. With a confused frown, he sat up, silently scanning for his clothes. Thankfully, they were placed, or rather, dumped, on the couch.
Squeezing his face into a deeper frown, he took in his surroundings, slowly pulling on his shorts as a dull pang throbbed in his head.
'Huh? So that's what happened.'
As memories of last night with Mrs. Dalia resurfaced, his brows furrowed, then slowly relaxed.
'How long was I out? She is probably long gone by now.' With that thought, he began , rubbing his forehead.
But just as he was about to move, the sound of dragging footsteps reached his ears. His body tensed, and his gaze snapped toward the lounge.
