Candy’s POV.
Waking up slowly and rolling on my side, I reach out and find I’m alone. I smirk into my pillow then open my eyes and bolt upright.
“Wait, this isn’t my room.” I say, looking round, and my foggy brain is being lazy and taking time to wake up properly. I look around before I rub my eyes and stretch with a yawn.
I look down and see I’m in a nasty-looking hospital gown and then it hits me. The attack on fashion week, the hospital, the attack in the hospital and being driven here by Tito. The guys turning up, all hell breaking loose and then finally falling asleep with all three of the guys next to me. God, since when did my life become one of those cliché TV dramas?
I rip the quilt back and climb out of bed as gracefully as I can, given my current condition. I storm to the ba
