Chapter 19
~ Hailey ~
My phone rang like it was trying to crack my skull open.
I groaned, rolling onto my side, my head pounding violently as the sound drilled straight through my hangover. Everything hurt. My temples. My eyes. My stomach. Even my thoughts felt bruised.
The room smelled wrong, this doesn’t smell like the room Yvonne had given I and Trice in the Bellamy residences. This room smelled... like s*x and male cologne.
I forced my eyes open and immediately regretted it.
Red walls. Deep, sultry red — the kind that made no attempt to pretend they weren’t meant for unholy things. Heavy curtains shut out the daylight, trapping me in a dim, claustrophobic glow. The sheets beneath me were unfamiliar, twisted and rumpled.
Memory slammed into me all at once.
I was still in
