NICHOLAS’S POV
The first thing that hit me when I opened my eyes was the pain in my head.
A sharp, merciless pain tore through me, reminding me of the alcohol I drowned myself in the night before.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t move.
The sunlight that entered through the tall windows was sharp and almost blinded my eyes.
My tongue was dry, and my throat felt raw.
My whole body felt heavy, but it wasn’t the physical hangover that made me sit up in a rush.
It was the silence. It wasn’t the one you feel when waking up in your own bed.
This was cold, nothing about it felt real.
I blinked thrice, trying to process where I was.
The company’s executive lounge. The leather couch under me felt hard, and a trace of perfume in the air turned my stomach.
That’s when I noticed I wasn’t
