Chapter 4

I felt half-dead, like I was barely hanging on.

Maybe the masseuse went way too hard last night, because when I woke up this morning, my whole body felt like it'd been run over. Even raising my hand to brush my hair felt like a workout.

After washing up and putting on some makeup, I was ready to grill Charlotte.

Sitting at my vanity, I stared at the mark on my neck that even foundation couldn't cover, feeling both amused and confused. Did he even leave a hickey last night?

Did I just imagine it?

It was the middle of…