Rio's eyes had opened to the sound of Gia's scream. For a moment, his fogged mind couldn't process the kind of compromising position he was in.
Whitney straddling him, flushed, breathless, and naked. Gia was standing at the door with her hands over her mouth as if holding in the pieces of her breaking heart.
The haze of drugged whiskey started to shatter.
"How could you do this to me?!" She cried.
"No…" His voice cracked as he shoved Whitney off him, scrambling upright and grabbing the sheets to cover his nakedness. "Gia, wait!"
But Gia was already backing away, her face pale, tears spilling fast down her cheeks. She turned and fled out of the room, towards the elevator, her sobs echoing in the house.
"Rio…" Whitney reached for him and held his hand, her voice trembling
