Fatally Yours

Chapter 41

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•INDIANA•

The pounding in my head was relentless as I opened my eyes to the morning light streaming through the curtains. Every beat felt like a drum against my skull, making me groan in pain.

I pushed myself up to sit on the bed, rubbing my temples, when I realized something that made my breath catch—I was topless. My underwear was still on, but my shirt and bra were nowhere to be seen.

I glanced around the room in a panic, spotting my clothes tossed in a heap on the floor. My heart started to race as I desperately tried to piece together the events of the night before.

Flashes of the bar with Daciana and Mihai came to mind—the dim lighting, the laughter, and the shot of that ridiculously strong Romanian drink they'd urged me to try. I remembered taking one, then two... then more than I could count.

After that? A blur.

I clutched the sheets tightly, my mind spinning.

Had I done something stupid?

The image of a man's silhouette flashed in my memory, but it was hazy and indistinct.

Was it Dominik?

The thought sent a chill through me, but I shook my head.

No, if something had happened, I'd know. The tingling sensation in my body was... different. Not invasive, but confusing. It didn't feel like I'd been taken advantage of, thank God. But that didn't stop my growing anxiety.

What if I'd said something? What if, in my drunken state, I'd let something slip about my real identity?

A groan escaped my lips as I clutched my hair in frustration. What had I done? What had I said?

And then there was Dominik.

The thought of facing him made my stomach churn. Did he see me drunk out of my mind? Did I embarrass myself in front of him?

I swallowed hard, dreading the possibility. Whatever had happened last night, I was sure it wasn't good.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, squinting at the screen. It was already 11 a.m., and the house was eerily quiet. Mihai and Daciana had probably gone home by now, but where was Dominik?

Was he avoiding me? Did something happen between us that I couldn't remember?

The embarrassment was unbearable. I wasn't sure how I was going to face him, not until I could get a better grasp of what happened. Hugging my knees to my chest, I buried my face in my hands and groaned again. If last night had been a disaster, I was going to have to clean it up—and quickly.

I dragged myself out of bed, my legs still wobbly from the mix of exhaustion and the pounding headache.

The cool air against my bare skin reminded me again of my missing shirt, but I shook the thought away and headed toward the bathroom connected to my room. At least a shower might help me clear my mind and soothe this god-awful hangover.

Once inside, I turned on the water, waiting until the steam began to fill the space before stepping under the warm spray.

The heat hit my skin, and for a moment, it felt like a balm for my pounding head and racing thoughts. I closed my eyes, letting the water cascade over me, washing away some of the tension.