Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 His laughter

*RENEE*

I sighed, caught in the space between wakefulness and sleep.

I opened my eyes and shut them back because my head was spinning.

It felt as if I was floating on clouds.

Holding my head, I slowly sat up.It took me a full minute to orient myself.

The sight of a dark blanket and the modern decor around me snapped me back to reality.

This wasn’t my bedroom.

Was this…Marcelo’s room?

I panicked and looked down at my body.

I was wearing a black shirt, this wasn’t my shirt either.

What was going on?

I tensed when the bathroom door opened and Marcelo walked out clad in a suit.

“You…I…is this your room?”

He regarded me as if I were being absurd.

Well, with the dark decor of this room,no one needed to tell me that it was his.

But I was still confused.“How did I end up here?I…I remember being in my room last night and this shirt…”

Oh God.

This shirt smells like him.

And why was I wearing nothing underneath?!

“Don’t you remember how psychotic you were last night?”

I blinked.

Psychotic?

I held my head trying to remember what happened last night.

But I could only clearly remember drinking that juice.

“I can only remember drinking that juice.My memory of what happened next is blur.“I gasped as something dawned on me.“Was the juice drugged?!”

Marcelo scoffed.“It wasn’t drugged and it wasn’t juice, you psycho! It’s Long Island Iced Tea.It might taste sweet but trust me, it is strong!How do you not know that?”

I gasped.

Long Island Iced Tea?

what I had been drinking non–stop

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had a lot

Oh God.

was well–acquainted with popular cocktail including the renowned Long Island

its strong alcohol content, known for sparkling passionate nights among those who indulged in

have gotten so drunk, drunker than I’ve

was no ache or

done last night but I knew that I must’ve been completely

didn’t seem like

such a

it

giving me a mocking

Was he…mocking me?

have no idea what happened to me last night so he can’t blame

to leave the bed, I moved but winced when I

I attempted to move

it

was worse than

he read my thoughts,he

drunkenly soaked yourself in the bathtub yesterday

I blinked.

Gosh!

never

get off the bed but as soon as I was on my feet my knees gave way but Marcelo

as I leaned against

back on the

to use the

when he carried me into

even placed me

beating uncontrollably, missing

that, he stepped out

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panted, trying to calm my beating

he suddenly so gentle towards

It was disarming.

bathroom.His personal items filled the bathroom making me acutely aware of his

as if I had wandered into

I buried my face

couldn’t remember what happen after I had drank to

my bandage

was I in his bedroom

the door startled

“Renee? Are you okay?”

I had been in here for

“Yeah…yeah…em…I’m coming.”

sink.I quickly washed my hands

the door, I found him standing

started beating

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