#Chapter72
AMELIA POV
/"Room service./" The sound of the housekeeper knocking wakes me up.
/"Come in./" I manage to croak and sit up as the housekeeper walks in with a cup of coffee for me. I thank her and take the cup from her tray.
/"Excuse me./" I say, stopping her before she leaves my room /"who sent this?/" I ask.
/"Xavier King, room 124./" She says and leaves.
Why would he send me coffee...?
The memories from last night hit me like a truck and I'm glad the bed has a backboard to support me.
The guy, the argument, the yelling...the kissing.
/"Fuck me or get out./"
I can't believe I said that.
I groan out loud as my hands go over my face in embarrassment at what I did last night.
All I remember is arguing with Xavier and then kissing him on the couch...
He wouldn't.
