Chapter 9: Bedmates
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As soon as I saw Edrick sleeping on the other side of my bed, I immediately averted my gaze down at myself to make sure that I was still dressed.

I was still fully clothed… And this time, I knew for a fact that I hadn’t h***ked up with him. I was completely sober when I went to bed, so I would’ve remembered.

So, why was Edrick in my bed?

While I was still processing what was going on, Edrick’s eyes suddenly opened and he stared right at me. I yelped and jumped out of the bed, running to the other side of the room.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Edrick slowly sat up and looked around, looking equally as confused as I was. “I have no idea,” he said, looking down at himself in the same manner I did; no doubt to also check to make sure he was fully clothed. “I was really drunk last night. I guess I confused your room with mine.”

side of the penthouse,” I growled. “And it’s an entirely different layout. You weren’t so drunk

himself and swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” he said, standing and splaying out his hands with his palms facing outward in a display of surrender. “I really don’t know what happened. Last I

voice faded and his

you remember?” I asked incredulously. I was appalled that he would have me sign a contract stating I wouldn’t get romantically involved with him, only for him to violate those terms within the first

the floor. “I was awake for quite a while after you went to bed. I couldn’t sleep…

with the contract and making me promise not to get romantically involved, you got sentimental over our one

sleep. I remember when we slept together in the hotel, I slept like a baby that night for the first time in years. I don’t know what it is, but

my head to the side, partially frustrated by Edrick’s back and forth attitude and partially intrigued by it. If he wanted to become involved

“Unless what?”

me. With clothes on,

you?” I asked. “What, are you trying to make me

Edrick said with a laugh. “I don’t have any desire to ‘weasel’ any sort of money out of you. But I do need to sleep, and you seem to be the cure for my insomnia. We can write up a supplemental agreement — in exchange for a salary increase, we’ll share a bed. Just

the image in my mind of the drawer full of pills in the kitchen, followed by the image

not to

for

a moment, still feeling hesitant about agreeing to something like this, but a salary increase for simply sleeping next to someone was tempting. I could just see it

with a pensive nod.

seem to notice that my mind was wandering a bit as I helped her get ready for the day and attend her lessons, and if she

I couldn’t deny the feelings that arose in me

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