Chapter Thirty-one: Midnight Confessions
The knocks on her door were sharp, frantic, and relentless.
Rachel shot up from bed, her heart pounding in her chest as the sound echoed through her apartment. She quickly checked the clock on her bedside table. It was 2:43 a.m.
"Who the hell?" she muttered, throwing on a robe as she hurried to the door.
When she opened it, she was greeted by a disheveled, staggering Nathaniel Kingsley. His eyes were glazed, his shirt half untucked, and the unmistakable scent of alcohol rolled off him like a wave.
"Nathaniel? What the hell are you doing here?" she gasped, reaching out just in time to stop him from collapsing forward.
He slurred something unintelligible as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him inside.
"You’re drunk—madly drunk," she m
