Grace's POV
"Ugh, my head..." I groaned, waking up with a splitting hangover after all that alcohol last night. Slowly opening my eyes, I winced as sunlight streamed through the glass window, stabbing into my skull.
Looking around to get my bearings, I realized I was still sprawled across the long sofa in the CEO's office.
Empty wine and bourbon bottles littered the carpet around me—undeniable proof that last night actually happened.
"Ha, who am I fooling? Of course it was real. His massive cock was the most genuine thing I've experienced in ages," I laughed softly to myself. As I started to sit up, I noticed I was completely dressed, my blazer draped carefully over my torso. Clearly, he'd taken the time to clothe me properly after I'd blacked out from our intense session.
I frowned, puzzled by how this man could be so forceful during sex yet so tender afterward. Charles had never treated me like this.
