CHAPTER 45
JULIE
Fuck, my head hurts, a lot.
“Ahh, God, how much did I drink last night?’ I whimpered, turning around the bed and that was when I realized something was weird, the bed was soft, way too soft.
What the?
That is not right.
I couldn’t afford a good bed when I moved into my shabby apartment, in other words, I couldn’t afford a bed as soft as this.
Fuck!
Where the hell am I?
With my fingers crossed and my lower lips on the tip of my teeth, my eyes slowly curled open and my eyes met the white bulb that shone down on me, the ceiling was full of POP with one of the best lighting.
The air was breathable, the air-con was perfect, the diffuser smelt like lavender and chocolate. The beddings screamed luxury, and the bedside lamp was majestic and that knocked some senses into
