123: Decisions

Camilla Drake walked closer, with our eyes locked. I didn't say anything as he traipsed in my direction, and he didn't either. He was shirtless and had a towel wrapped around his waist. Staring at him, I was trying so hard to remember what happened last night. "Looks like the queen is finally awake," Drake smirked, crossing his arms, not taking his eyes off me. "And take a look at the time." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Don't you think you should be preparing for work?" "What happened?" I rubbed my head slowly. "What am I doing at your house?" "Second time, Camilla," Drake responded, snapping his fingers. "Second time I had to take you home in your drunken state." I shook my head, not pleased with myself. "So I got drunk last night." "Oh yes, you did. That's why I brought you here." "Why didn't you just take me home?" "So that your Mom and brothers are going to see you as a mess? You really want that?" I furrowed my brows, but then some of my actions last night slowly popped