Chapter Five
Savannah
Either someone is pounding nails inside my head or I drank way too f*****g much. Considering I feel like s**t, my guess is the latter.
My body feels weighed down as if I ran a marathon. So damn sore and achy. Why the hell did I drink so much last night?
Oh, right.
Not only did I see my high school sweetheart for the first time in a decade, but he was also with my worst enemy.
Fuck my life.
As I twist and stretch in bed, I’m regretting that last drink. Rather, last five drinks. Donny can be such a bad influence sometimes or an enabler, maybe a bit of both.
Looking down, I realize I’m only in my b*a and panties and try to remember when I took off my dress. After stumbling my way out of the ballroom, my mind goes a little fuzzy.
It’s not until I hear the sound o
