In the morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I should never drink again, jeez! I find Larry outside on the porch, anger in his eyes.
"What happened last night?" He asks.
I shrug. "Went out for drinks."
"You're still my son's nanny," he says.
I roll my eyes at him and shake my head. "How could I forget?"
"Are you being sarcastic right now?"
I say nothing.
He shakes his head and his hair spills across his face and forehead. It takes every ounce of my strength not to run my fingers through the silky strands of smooth hair.
"A new rule," he challenges, his eyes bearing holes in my body. "You don't get drunk in the five years we are to be married."
"Are you f*****g kidding me? I'm not a child.
"Then stop behaving like one."
I sigh. "You are an arsehole."
"This isn't about y
