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Isabela groaned, pressing her temples, feeling the pounding pain like a hammer slamming against her skull.
"Why is my mouth so dry?"
She turned to the side and felt the bitter taste of a hangover on her tongue.
"And why the hell does my shirt smell like men's cologne?"
The question hung in the air as she blinked, trying to piece together the scattered fragments of last night.
She remembered the bar. The spinning lights, the heat of bodies around her. The laughter, the drinks... and Barron.
His image flashed in her mind like a neon sign—the way he held her waist, how his hand slid down her arm while they danced. But after that... everything was a blur.
Isabela forced herself to sit up, her eyes scanning the room.
"Jessie, what time is it?" Her voice came out raspy.
Jessie was sitting on the other bed, legs crossed, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. Her eyes darted between the screen and Isabela, panic evident on her face.
"Jessie?" Isabela frowned. "What happened last night?"
Nothing.
Jessie didn't even blink.
She just kept staring at her phone, like she was watching the world collapse in real time.
"JESSIE!" Isabela snapped, louder this time.
Nothing.
With an irritated sigh, Isabela grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her. Jessie jolted, clutching her phone to her chest like it held some sacred secret.
"WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?"
Jessie took a deep breath, hesitating. Then, without a word, she turned the screen toward Isabela.
It was a video.
Loud music filled the room, and the scene took over the screen.
Isabela recognized the place immediately. The bar. The dance floor. The flashing lights.
But more than anything, she recognized herself.
There she was, in the middle of the dance floor, practically glued to Barron.
His hands were firmly on her waist, guiding her movements to the beat. His hands were all over her in a way that was definitely not appropriate. And Isabela... well, she didn't seem to mind at all.
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