Chapter 17 His Contract

• I wake up with a sore head and dry mouth. I squint my eyes open and look around confused. I’m not at the hotel. I sit up, seeing my dress folded on a chair in the corner of the room.
• Okay, think Harley, remember last night. I try to think back, but a lot of it is a blur, I remember doing shots with a guy. Did I go home with him? Fuck, I can’t remember. It’s a nice house though if this room is anything to go by.
• I see a glass of water and painkillers on the nightstand with a note picking it up I read it.