Sorrell checked out at night and headed home. Although he couldn't tell after taking a shower, Dame's Rocket scent was embedded in him deeply.
Aramin who was sitting on the sofa turned around as the door clicked open. Sorrell stopped breathing and he blinked rapidly before taking a deep breath and walking into the living room slowly.
"Where were you yesterday?" Aramin's expressions were cold. "You were not picking up calls either."
"There was an after party....."
"You don't even go to after parties," Aramin interrupted, standing up.
"My boss and colleagues were angry about not attending after parties," Sorrell placed his coat on the holder. "So I agreed to go just for once."
"So where did you stay all night?"
"At the..... restaurant," Sorrell stuttered nervously. "You know I am weak with alcohol, I passed out."
"And the whole day?"
"No, actually my colleague took me to.....
"Wait, you smell of foreign pheromones."
