Jackson woke up the next day feeling like he just got hit by a train in the head. What the hell is happening last night? The last thing he remembered was making a champagne toast with Brooke, then he suddenly felt sleepy.
His eyes roamed around the place, and it seems like he’s in a hotel room.
He sat up on the bed, and the bathroom door went open. He was relieved to saw Brooke standing there. For a brief moment, he was afraid that he might’ve done something foolish with another woman last night.
“Oh, Mr sleepy head already awake…” she said teasingly, putting both hands on her waist. “Brooke, what happened to me? How come I can’t remember anything from last night?” he asked, slowly massaging his temple.
She let out a deep sigh before taking an orange juice from the small table and p
