THIRD PERSON POV
Amelia woke the next morning with a pounding headache. Her first thought was work. She propelled herself out of bed, a swift motion despite the throbbing pain, and that's when she noticed her surroundings had changed.
She took in the king-size bed, the bright blue chandelier, the full-length mirror in the corner, and the gray color scheme—definitely a guy's room. She concluded she was in a man's space. Her mind refused to process anything that had happened yesterday. All she wanted was to get the hell out of there. She'd even forgotten she'd gone to a club.
"Where the f**k am I, and how did I get here?" she muttered to herself, then noticed the clothes she was wearing weren't her own from last night.
As she stood there in a dilemma, her phone rang. It was Jasmine.
"Yo
