Arianna woke up with a startle, confusion all over her face as to where she was. The last thing she remembered last night was Marcel laying his head on her lap, and she watched over him. After that, her memory was blank.
Looking around now, she recognized that the room was Marcel's. She must have fallen asleep and he brought her here.
Seriously, why didn't he take her to her room? The thought of his men seeing her leave this place and creating more rumors about the both of them made her want to cringe.
She wasn't Marcel's lover neither would such a thing work between them. It was time to make her stand clear; he should stop having ideas.
She had to leave this place. Dahlia decided and just let out one leg down the bed when she froze and slowly lifted her leg back up the bed. Because lying on the floor at the entrance of the room was no other than the mighty Lion, Samson.
