(Astrid POV)
"Did you sleep with him, Astrid?" Brady asked me coldly.
"What?!?!?"
"Did. You. Sleep. With. Him. It is a simple question. Yes or no?"
My heart dropped, and I put my hands over my face. I felt naive for not putting two and two together earlier.
"That is what this is about?"
Brady continued to glare at me.
"You are avoiding the question, Astrid. I already know that you kissed him. I also know that he carried you over his shoulder to his room, that you spent the night with him, and that you came out this morning wearing nothing but his t-shirt. Were you so overcome by hormones that you forgot that my men were there watching and reporting everything back to me?"
Brady's voice was filled with rage, but I could also hear an overwhelming sense of hurt. My heart began to ache for him and for the pain this situation was causing everyone.
"Brady…"