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Josh Brentwood
I stirred in my sleep, my eyes flying open when I realized I was about to end up on the floor.
Despite my efforts on hanging on to my weight, I ended up on the floor as I groaned out in pain. My vision blurred for a moment as my head began to ache terribly.
I could tell it was the after effects of the alcohol I had indulged myself in and as I got up, my hands tightened on my head as I stood upright, holding unto the table for support.
Where was Erica? And what was the bloody time?
I found my phone lying at the other end of the next couch. I dragged my feet on the floor, reaching for my phone to see it was past 10am!
I had slept through the whole day. As I unlocked my phone, I found series of messages and calls from my lawyer.
Why the bloody hell he had called me
