Ashton brought me back into the car and rolled the windows back up. I had no energy left to move or talk, so I just leaned against the car and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up to the sound of water running in the bathroom, I found myself lying on a hotel room bed.

I knew I was brought to the hotel by Ashton, so waking up on a foreign bed didn’t worry me as much.

Even after the rest I had, my head was still spinning, and my body felt limp. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get myself out of bed.

So that’s how it is after I drink. I may be sober, but my body just refuses to cooperate with me.

The bathroom door opened, and Ashton stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Are you awake?” he asked as he glanced at me.

I nodded and instinctively pulled at the covers. It was only then that I realized I had been stripped naked.

My eyes widened in horror as I glared at Ashton. “Ashton, you’re despicable! You knew I was drunk, and yet, you… “

He turned toward me with a raised eyebrow. “And yet I what?”

of his reaction, so I mumbled, “Did you do that to

towel off to dry

knows what I mean, yet he still

seemed reluctant to give me a direct

he had before. “You should be asking me where my clothes are,” he

increased when I realized the room stank of booze, and

his towel aside and leaned closer to me. “My custom-made suit cost one hundred and eighty thousand. Include my emotional damages, and that would be two hundred thousand in total. How do you plan to

left me speechless. When did I owe him

puked all over me, don’t you remember? The hotel has security cameras. Do

altogether. But he

I had no memory of

he looked at me, a hint

And seeing

amount he mentioned earlier. “Do you really

knew that all his clothes were custom-made by famous, big brands, which justified their insane price tags. But twenty thousand for emotional damages was just

millions. Asking for

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