Adam led Caitlyn, who was drunk, out of the club. The girl was staggering and babbling incoherently. Sometimes she laughed and other times she cried. Adam took Caitlyn to his room and laid her on the bed. The girl squirmed gently.
“Alright, so what am I going to do?” Adam said to himself.
He couldn't possibly keep her in his room for even one night. Should he tell Margarita and ask her to take care of this girl?
No! That was not a good idea. Adam rejected his brain's suggestion.
Suddenly he thought of something. Adam took out his phone and dialed a number. A dialing tone sounded on the other side.
“Hey, Endric. Can you come to my room? I need your help.”
After getting an answer, Adam hangs up the call.
Soon there was a knock on the door. Adam opened it immediately.
“Endric, glad yo
