CHAPTER 8
I groaned and rubbed my eyes as warm sun rays fell on my face. When I opened them, I realized I was in a different bedroom. I sat up slowly and looked around.
The room was massive and luxurious — every piece of furniture expensive and carefully placed. A large balcony overflowed with flower pots, the sweet scent of blooms carried in by a gentle breeze through the wide-open window. His rich, masculine cologne still lingered faintly on the bedspread, confirming I was in his bedroom.
I pushed myself off the heavenly soft mattress and shuffled toward the window. My eyes widened in shock as I saw dense woods surrounding the building. So the tattooed bastard had decided to keep me locked inside a f*****g jungle.
I rolled my eyes in frustration and made my way to the bathroom. My en
