Tricia POV

Opening my eyes, I felt a sharp headache. How did I get to the room? I couldn't remember anything so I chose to get out of the room.

Walking down the stairs, I could hear the sound of a TV show. Is Morgan watching a movie?

"You can join me, Tricia," I heard.

Looking down, I could see Morgan looking at me. Who is this man? Why is he always calm and hard at the same time?

"Morgan!" I called getting down the stairs.

"The alcohol kept you in a deep sleep," he said, and I ...