With a wave of his hand, Carlos's clothes fell off.
When Carlos woke up the next day, he felt a splitting headache.
He gently propped his body up and sat up. His hand touched something soft.
He was so scared that he retracted his hand and turned his head to look.
He was really scared out of his wits when he saw it. His eyes widened and he dared to believe that this scene had happened.
Cassie.
Why was she in his room? One did not need to think to know what had happened, looking at the mess in the room and the clothes on the floor.
He slept with Cassie?
Carlos thought back to last night. He drank in the bar and then saw Cassie in the bar. After that, he brought her home to drink.
He was actually drunk, and he even slept with Cassie.
Carlos lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on in a panic, and left as if he was running away.
