KAITLYN
“She will be awake, I guess the drink she had in the clubhouse is still dealing with her.”
My stiff finger finally moves as the words filter into my ears.
I turn my head to the side, and my eyelids slowly open but slam shut as rays of light pierce into my eyes.
“Ma'am!” The same voice I have been hearing in my head speaks.
My body is in so much pain that I can barely move in bed.
“Ma'am?” the voice repeats, and my eyes dim. That is the head maid, I'm sure of it. How the hell did she know that I drank so much in a clubhouse, and who was she talking to?
I stay silent, my heart beating loudly as I wait for Nikolai to speak.
“Ma'am, please turn around and have some soup. I made it for your hangover,” she mutters and grips my shoulder softly.
Why is he not talking?
I groan lo
