Bryan's pov
I fvcking messed up! I knew I did. Ever since the day I got drunk, I had intentionally buried myself in work. Of course, I was always at work, but now I had to multiply it. Megan must have noticed it, the next day after I awoke, due to the throbbing headache.
She casually entered my room and brought me soup to clear off my hangover. She was acting sweet and all as if we were just a normal couple. The blush on her cheeks and how she couldn't meet my gaze confirmed my guesses that I must have done something until I began to recall those memories.
I really messed up. I shouldn't have gone to the mansion that day. It wouldn't have happened. I loathed myself when I woke up. Why do I have to kiss her? What does she think of me? I was shameless, taking advantage of her, anyhow I
