Chapter 143 Hangover. (2)

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He gulped, his eyes darting around the room, searching for answers or an escape route. "What the hell happened last night?" He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the hazy memories into focus. He remembered the nightclub... the drinks... Sharon's laughter as they toasted to "distractions"... and then... nothing. A complete blackout. "Crap. Crap. Crap," Carlos muttered under his breath, careful not to wake her. His mind raced through the possibilities. Did we...? He didn't dare finish that thought, his panic doubling at the implications. Before he could spiral any further, Sharon stirred beside him, letting out a soft, sleepy hum. Her green cat-like eyes fluttered open, their glow catching the light of the artificial sun. For a moment, she seemed disoriented, but then her gaze landed on Carlos, and a small, amused smile spread across her lips. "Good morning, Carlos," she said in a warm, teasing tone, her voice carrying that same melodic charm as the night before. Carlos froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Uh... good morning, Sharon. Uh... nice weather we're having?" He stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he desperately tried to find his footing. Sharon chuckled softly, propping herself up on one elbow as she regarded him with an amused expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Relax, darling. You didn't do anything inappropriate. Well..." She trailed off, a playful glint in her eyes. "Mostly." Carlos's face turned a deep shade of red. "What... what does that even mean?" he asked, his voice higher-pitched than usual. Sharon stretched lazily, her movements graceful and cat-like as she yawned. "You had a lot to drink last night. I found you passed out in one of the lounge booths, mumbling something about chocolate and rich girls." She giggled at the memory, her lynx ears flicking. "You were so pitiful that I couldn't leave you there. So, I brought you back to my room to keep an eye on you." Carlos blinked, processing her words. "Wait... so nothing happened?" Sharon raised an eyebrow, her teasing smile widening. "I didn't say nothing happened." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "But let's just say you were a perfect gentleman... after you passed out." Carlos groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Why do I feel like I'm never going to live this down?" Sharon laughed, sitting up fully now. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. You were adorable, in a drunken, clueless kind of way. Besides, you did keep me entertained. Not many people talk to me the way you did last night. It was refreshing." Carlos peeked at her through his fingers. "Yeah, well, I'm glad you had a good time. Meanwhile, I'm over here trying to piece together what's left of my dignity." Sharon stood up, wrapping herself in a silk robe that had been draped over the chair beside the bed. She glanced back at him with a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, Carlos. Your dignity is intact. For now." He groaned again, flopping back onto the pillows. "Great. Just great." Meanwhile, Rex reluctantly answered the call, keeping his voice low. "Carlos, this is really not a good time." On the other end, Carlos was whispering frantically. "You think you have problems? I'm in deep shit over here! I woke up in someone else's room, and I don't know how I got here! There's a woman in the shower right now, man!" "Yeah, well, I'm naked in a bed with two women who are also naked, so take a number!" Rex hissed back, still whispering. "Wait, WHAT?!" Carlos's voice rose slightly before he quickly lowered it again. "How the hell did you manage to screw things up that badly?" "I don't know, Carlos!" Rex shot back, glancing nervously at Ys and Cleo, who were now fully awake and staring at each other. "I don't even remember what happened! Just... just deal with your mess, and I'll deal with mine!" Carlos groaned. "Fine, fine! But don't die before I figure out what to do!" The line went dead, leaving Rex to face the aftermath of the previous night. Back in the room, Ys and Cleo were still processing what had happened. Unlike Rex, they both remembered everything... every detail, every moment, every sensation. Cleo's perfect memory replayed the events of the night with unflinching clarity: the way Rex had taken control, how he'd utterly dominated them, how they had practically melted under him, powerless to resist. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought, though her expression remained calm on the surface. Ys, on the other hand, had a mix of emotions swirling in her head. She glanced down at Cleo, who was still pinned beneath her, before breaking the silence. "Just how long do you plan on staying beneath me?" Ys asked, her tone blunt but laced with tension. Cleo, still staring up at her, maintained her usual poker face. "That depends," she replied coolly. "How long do you plan on crushing me with your weight?" Rex, still crouched near the foot of the bed, could feel the tension rising. His eyes darted between the two women, and he knew he had to say something before things escalated. But before he could speak, Cleo turned her head slightly, her icy golden eyes locking onto Rex. "And you," she said, her voice calm but with an edge that sent a shiver down Rex's spine. "Do you have anything to say for yourself after what you did to us last night?" Rex froze, his mind going blank as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I, uh... I don't... I mean, I didn't—uh. Ys sat up slightly, still keeping one hand on Cleo to pin her down. Her green eyes gleamed with mischief, though her voice carried a dangerous undertone. "You don't remember, do you, darling? Well, we do. Every. single. thing.~" Rex gulped, feeling the weight of their gazes pressing down on him. His hangover was the least of his worries now. I'm so screwed, he thought miserably.

Chapter 143 Hangover. (2)

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