Ashley's eyes fluttered open with a soft yawn. She purred, turning to the other side of the bed and hugging the fluffy pillow. That was when she noticed the unfamiliar bedsheet... and even the duvet covering her.
She slowly sat up, frowning in confusion as she took in her surroundings. Minimalistic coffee-brown walls. A walk-in closet. A matching coffee-brown carpet at the center of the room, the same shade as the duvet.
Everything was different from the white and peach tones of her own bedroom.
That could only mean one thing—she hadn't slept in her room. Or, in her house.
Where was her phone? She found it on the bedrest, but it was dead.
God. Michelle must be so worried.
She tried to remember what had happened in the last few hours, but her memory stopped at the press release after she signed the deal with Grey Group. What happened after that? And how had she ended up here?
Her heart began to race.
Could she have been... kidnapped?
