Camilla's POV
The sharp knocking jolted me awake like a gunshot. My body shot upright in the unfamiliar bed, heart slamming against my ribs as my eyes struggled to focus in the dim room. Pale morning light leaked through heavy curtains, casting strange shadows across walls I didn't recognize.
Where the hell was I?
The bed beneath me felt wrong - too plush, too expensive. The sheets smelled like expensive cologne, masculine and intoxicating in a way that made my stomach flip. This definitely wasn't my cramped apartment.
My gaze swept the room and landed on a scene that made my blood freeze.
Clothes. Everywhere. My black cocktail dress lay twisted on the hardwood floor like discarded evidence. One stiletto heel peeked out from under an ornate dresser while its partner sat abandoned in the corner.
No. No, no, no.
