Brynne stirred, feeling a throbbing pain between her legs. Her whole body felt mowed down, and she winced as she tried to move. It woke her up, and she glanced around the room. There was no sign of Luke. She looked at the other side of the bed. It didn’t look slept-in either. Where was he? Hadn’t he slept at night? Had he spent the night somewhere else? Was it over between them?
Still perplexed, she rose and staggered to the washroom to freshen up. The pain between her legs worsened with movement. It was the worst way to start the New Year. The party din outside had died down after disturbing her all night long.
There was a knock on the suite's main door and her heartbeats raced in apprehension. Who could it be? Surely, Luke had a spare set of keys. She couldn't race to the door even if
