Chapter 64

"Money?" Damien Taylor groped around blindly on the couch until he found his wallet. "I’ve got money. It’s all yours." Amelia Johnson: "..." Yeah, definitely drunk. She joked, "My dear Mr. Taylor, wanna bet I could record this and post it? It’d go viral in no time." Damien mumbled, “Amelia… my head’s spinning…” "Then sleep. Don't mess around with all this drama." She got up, ready to leave. But Damien clearly didn’t want her to go. His voice came out low and husky, “Amelia, I want you…” "Sorry, Damien!" Just as he was about to kiss her, Amelia kicked him away. The couch was huge, so technically he shouldn’t have fallen, but the guy was completely out of it. He rolled over and thudded to the floor, then just laid there, unmoving. "Damien, you okay?" Amelia rushed over. Turned out he'd just fallen asleep. It wasn’t easy, but she somehow managed to haul him onto the bed. By then her whole body was exhausted, so she flopped down right next to him. In the middle of the night, Amelia woke up