Chapter 67 The Meeting

• I woke up the next morning in my room, still naked under the duvet. He must have brought me back here because I had no memory of how or when I returned to my room.
• The sunlight streaming through the window hit my eyes, forcing me to turn to the other side of the bed. It was morning, but my body felt too heavy to move. I just wanted to sleep a little longer, but a knock on the door shattered that peace.
• The door creaked open, and I turned my face toward it. Dan stood there, fully dressed in a black suit, his shirt neatly tucked into his trousers.