Viz groaned and rolled onto his side from a face-down position. The veins in his temples were throbbing, and he felt like his head was extremely heavy. He moaned and held his head. He was certain he had gotten drunk at Perlas's party. In fact, he couldn't remember anything from the night before.
He could only open half of his eyes because his eyelids were still heavy. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that he was in his private room at home. He felt a wave of anxiety for a moment, thinking that he might have slept with a random woman last night. It wasn't his habit to sleep with just anyone. In fact, for six months now, there had been no other women except for his wife.
He pulled himself up, leaning his back and head against the headboard. “Think, Viz, thin
