JAMES POV
God... this was bad. It felt like I was having a memory relapse, only that it was just a glimpse, but I couldn't remember what exactly happened that night with Freya.
And I couldn't explain it to Stella. God, I was such an i***t. I shouldn't have gone to her hotel room that night. I knew she was going to pull this kind of crap.
I ran a hand through my hair, my mind a complete mess.
A knock landed on my door.
"Come in," I said lazily.
I couldn't handle anything that had to do with work anymore.
I lifted my head and it was Stella. She just stood in front of my desk. I waited for her to start her questioning again, but she just quit.
I tilted my head slightly. She was way too quiet, but before I could say anything, she pushed her phone to my front.
I picked it up. "What is
