CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“f**k!” Liam cussed lowly under his breath, his head feeling like the victim of a rowdy football game. It thumped loud against his ear, making him release another string of cusses. Why the hell did he let himself drink like that?
“You are going to need this,” That voice.
His eyes flew open in an instant, meeting a smiling Vicky with Advil and a glass of water in her hands. She was dressed in an oversized hoodie with white shorts, a big proportion of her thighs exposed much to his distraction.
He accepted the water and the painkillers, mumbling his thanks before he gulped them down. His head still hurt like a b***h much to his dismay.
“What happened last night? I cannot seem to recall much,” he groaned, holding onto his head like it would fall the next minute.
“No
