The following day, Alex blinked his eyes open slowly. His head throbbed violently, as if struck by a thousand hammers. He frowned heavily as he realized he was inside his own bedroom, within the main estate of the Archer family.
"Evelyn!" Alex bolted upright in bed. He vividly remembered the velvet touch of Evelyn from the night before, the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and the desperate way she had cradled his broken frame.
SLAP!
Alex was thrown violently to the side from the force of the brutal strike that landed squarely across his cheek. He turned his head with a dazed, chaotic gaze, only to find his father, Logan, standing over him, his features flushed a violent crimson with repressed fury.
"You drank yourself into oblivion until you lost track of time?! Have you forgotten t
