Chapter Fourteen
Khalid’s Pov
My phone buzzed loudly on the wooden nightstand, dragging me out of a very restless, troubled sleep. My head was pounding with a fierce ache from the few strong drinks I had taken at the team’s victory after-party, and the horrible memory of exactly what I had done with Sophia last night sat like a burning pool of acid deep inside my gut.
I reached my heavy arm out toward the nightstand, squinting my burning eyes at the bright light of the phone screen. There was one new unread text message waiting for me from Venessa. I opened the message quickly, still feeling half-asleep and groggy.
Venessa: Sophia came to my workplace today, Khalid. She personally handed me your black boxers. The ones with her bright red lipstick stained all over the waistband. I know
