Wings of Temptation - Evan's Tale - Book #2 of the Evan Matthews Series

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Chapter 19

Evan opened his eyes and winced. His head was pounding. His gaze focused on a shelf in front of him full of framed photos. He recognized Samantha in several of them.

Shit.

A hand moved across his hip and grazed his thigh.

Shit.

Before he knew what was happening, Samantha climbed on top of him. He didn’t object.

Five minutes later, she rolled off of him, breathing heavily.

What the hell just happened? Evan thought.

“Do you want breakfast?” Samantha asked in a carefree manner. She stood and grinned at Evan as she slipped into his tee-shirt he wore from the night before.

Evan’s head was still pounding. “No, I’m good, thanks.”

“Are you sure? I have bacon and eggs.”

Evan laid back onto the bed, rubbing his forehead. “No, I said. I fine.”

“You sound upset. Did I do something wrong?” Samantha sat down on the bed next to him. She raised a pointer finger to her hair and twirled a long curl.

He didn’t remember the night prior after Samantha poured him his first glass of vodka. “I just need to go home.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, walking out of the room wearing only his tee-shirt. She shut the door with a bang.

Evan laid on the bed for another minute, trying to gain his composure. He could hear voices talking on the other side of the bedroom door, indicating that Samantha’s roommate was home. His mind was racing. What had happened last night? He looked at his clothes scattered across the bedroom floor before moving his gaze to the ceiling fan spinning overhead. Shit.

Swinging his legs out of bed, Evan hesitated before standing. The shooting pain in his forehead made him wince. He’d never been this hungover before. Evan thought back to his last memory from the night prior. Samantha had poured him a glass of vodka. He remembered gulping down the drink quickly before asking for a double. Then, he blacked out.

I think she drugged me.

Evan slipped into his jeans and flip-flops. He looked around for his shirt and then remembered that Samantha was wearing it.

She can keep it.

He reached his hand into his back pocket to feel for his wallet, but it was empty. As Evan looked around her room for his wallet, the photos on the shelf caught his attention again. He moved toward them to take a closer look.

Several picture frames included photos of Samantha and friends at the beach. He moved his gaze from photo to photo and then stopped in his tracks when he came to the last one. A small group of people gathered around a Christmas tree, including a woman that Evan knew all too well, Samantha’s cousin.

Shit.

Evan hesitated before opening the door of Samantha’s bedroom and stepped into the living room. He could smell coffee brewing, but both the kitchen and living room were empty.

“Evan, if that’s you, I’ll be right there,” he heard Samantha call out from the hallway bathroom.

He spotted his phone and keys on the kitchen counter and moved quickly to grab them before tiptoeing to the front door.

“Evan?” A familiar voice, unlike Samantha’s, called out from behind him.

Shit.

Evan’s shoulders dropped as he hesitantly turned to see Amanda, staring at him with disgust.

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