Grey's POV
A splitting headache was what would me up, and the blinding lights did nothing but added to my headache and I had to snap my eyes close immediately to shut out the lights.
Who they tell opened my curtains I thought to myself as I tried to open my eyes slowly this time trying to give them time to adjust to the blinding lights.
I never used to open the curtains they were always down. I like being in a dark room, it represents my life in a way and no one comes into my room, which made me wonder how the heck they had actually opened.
I was wondering who had come in to open my window curtains, but then when my eyes were done adjusting to the lighting in the room and I had the chance to look around, and a confused look made it up to my face.
Where the fuck am I. I was neither in my room back at the mansion, and neither was I in the club room that had become like a second room to me.
