CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
She had hoped it was a mere dream but every word she’d exchanged with the duke was very much crystal clear in her memory. Ugh! What was the point of her getting drunk if she could remember every reckless decision and words she said? From impulsively letting Yemen kiss her down to every piece of conversation she had with the duke till the moment the cab dropped her off at her apartment. She groaned, burying her face into the pillow. Wait, maybe she could just lie and pretend she had no recollection of yesterday night. Hmmm… that was not a bad idea but then again, he’d been persistent with her and despite turning him down more times than she cared to count, he was still doing her bidding. She was scared more of the idea of her feelings for him intensifying than the Queen.
