Dunya’s POV
I just sit there as Daniel tells me what happened last night, I’m so embarrassed that I threw up in front of him, that I want to crawl under the bed. He’s clearly leaving some parts out of his story, but I don’t mind at all. It’s too embarrassing as it is. As he proceeded with his story, I got little flashbacks from here and there and faintly remember Daniel smacking my ass. The image made my checks hotter than before and I felt a chill run down my body.
I realize it’s already 1pm and I’m supposed to see Markus in an hour. Once Daniel’s finished, he just stares at me, waiting for me to say something.
“I have to go see my brother.” I say and get up, I look for my stuff. “Where’s my phone?”
“Layla is bringing your stuff over in just a minute, you can shower here, she’ll brin
