The sun was too bright.
Anna groaned and buried her face into the pillow, her skull pounding like a drum in a rock band. Her mouth tasted like stale wine and regret. She peeled one eye open, instantly regretting it.
The morning light sliced across her retinas like a blade, and she winced, dragging the blanket over her head.
"What the hell did I drink last night?" she croaked, her voice gravelly.
Images from the club flickered through her aching head like a broken projector. Music. Lights. Her best friend laughter And then, her stomach turned, a kiss.
A deep, reckless kiss with a stranger. But not just any kiss. A kiss she did out of desperation, because just before that, she had seen Nicholas.
Nicholas. Her ex-husband.
And he wasn't alone. Stacy, his new fiancée and forever slut, c
