His pov
The next day I woke up with a splitting headache. I opened my eyes in a dim light, covering my face. I looked around and found myself sprawled on my bed still in yesterday’s clothes. My clothes still smell like alcohol, a reminder of my own possessiveness and obsession for one girl.
I stood up with a blurred vision and took a hot bath. I had never drunk that much until yesterday, with some blurred memories, some clear visions.
Alina was talking to the random man, smiling at him.
It echoes in my skull, cut deeply inside my heart to see her with someone else.
I wanted nothing but to take her back to my room and f**k her hard for looking and talking to somebody who wasn’t me. I wanted to punish her so badly until she couldn't stand. But until I find a perfect time for that I
