Zayn
I woke up with a pounding headache, a hangover from drinking myself senseless last night. Who wouldn't, after finally accepting that you have no one by your side?
I reached for painkillers; I needed a clear head to run the organization, not a wrecked one.
After I freshened up and dressed, I checked my phone and found missed calls and messages from Lucia. Why was she calling? I thought she wanted space. I frowned.
Her text read: "You're not picking up and I decided to pay you a visit but I've changed my mind. I'll be going on another date this evening and this time I won't hold back. Just letting you know." She wouldn't dare.
I've been tracking her frequent dates with different men, and I know she never walks out with any of them. This message felt less like a warning and more lik
