Olivia Westview
The first thing I registered when I stirred awake was the faint pounding in my head.
My eyes fluttered open slowly, and the dim light in my room felt a little too harsh. I groaned, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead as if that would make the dull ache disappear. My body felt sluggish, weighed down by remnants of last night’s wine and laughter. The space beside me was empty, and for a moment, I was confused—until I turned and saw my phone resting on the nightstand, screen lit up with a notification.
I reached for it, squinting at the text message that greeted me.
Had to dip, girl. Got work. Hope you ain’t dead. Hydrate or die. Also, don’t ignore what I said last night.
I snorted and shook my head. Typical Shark. I typed back a quick response, my fingers f
