Grey woke up with a headache. It felt as though his head would split in two. He eased himself into a sitting position, but the pounding in his head made him fall back onto the bed.
Groaning, he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to subside before opening them again. The sight greeting him was white ceilings, pink walls, and furniture with a feminine touch that made it clear to him he hadn't slept in his own room.
“Damn,” he cursed under his breath while squeezing his temples in confusion. He was unable to tell how he had wound up in this room.
He was sure he was still inside the Bradford mansion because he remembered relaxing in his office and drinking wine, but he wasn't certain how he had dragged himself into this room.
Natalia had been in his office too, he thought, and sudden
