CHAPTER FIFTEEN: BLAME IT TO THE WATER
ROSE AMARA POV
My eyes flutter open as right slaps me in the face. Someone shut off the lights. When a sharp pain develops in the back of my head,
"I didn't know you swung that way," he said.
I pause as I hear a loud voice coming from my right. It's not far. Too near, as if…
Oh, God.
My head is indeed resting on a firm bicep as I gently look up. Ethan's. My voice rises as I struggle against my headache to ask.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?"
He lifts my hand, revealing the diamond ring on my finger and the band around his, saying, "You are in my room, Princess."
Those rings. the wedding. the assault. My head swings and everything smacks back into me. Oh my god. F*ck. On the night of our wedding, I binge-drank with Ethan's company.
