Corrupted by Sin

CHAPTER SEVEN

I wake up with a pounding headache, my eyes squinting at the sunlight filtering through the window. Blinking a few times, I realize I'm not in my bed.

This is Linus' room.

Our room.

I sit up slowly, trying to remember what happened last night.

My mind feels fuzzy.

My memories are hazy.

I groan, rubbing my temples as the memory of my headache hits me.

I must have had too much to drink.

I can't believe I let myself get carried away like that.

I was supposed to make a point, not do whatever he wants, for fuck's sake.

The memory of our bodies entwined together starts coming to mind.

"Fucking hell, Eve," I mutter to myself.

I look around the room again, but Linus is nowhere to be seen.

I get out of bed, wincing at the pain in my head. I find a robe hanging in the closet and put it on, tying it tightly around my waist.

I admit I feel a little self-conscious, walking around like this in someone else's apartment, but I remind myself that this is now my home too.

I'll have to get used to it.

I go to the kitchen, hoping to find some coffee and aspirin.

I step into the kitchen and see Linus standing with his back to me, fully dressed in a suit.

"Good morning, Eve," he says without turning around.

I clear my throat and run my fingers through my hair before replying, "Good morning."

He turns around with a cup of coffee and approaches me. "How are you feeling?"

"My head is about to explode," I say, rubbing my temples.

Linus presses his lips together and nods before reaching for a cabinet and taking a glass. He pours water into it and disappears from the kitchen without a word. He returns a moment later, holding a bottle of aspirin.

"Take this. It will help," he says, handing me the aspirin.

I nod, "Where are you going?"

"To work, Eve," he says with a smile.

My heart starts racing, "Shit, fuck... work. Oh, my goodness... I forgot work."

I start walking back to the bedroom to get dressed, but Linus reaches for my arm and says, "Hey, easy. It's Saturday. You don't have to work on Saturdays. I have some things to sort out at the office, that's all. You don't. Just relax."

I take a deep breath and put my hand to my head before chugging down the aspirin.

Relax.

Right.

Honestly, I don't think I've ever been able to relax in my life.

But maybe... just maybe... it's time to start.

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I am sitting on the kitchen island with a cup of coffee, watching Linus putting everything into his bag, including his laptop, to go to the office.

Linus then reaches for his wallet inside his blazer pocket and takes a black card.

Shit, of course, Linus Kline has a black card.