Miranda's POV:
The headache hadn’t stopped even after I had done everything I could do. This is why I always went for virgin mojitos whenever it was Friday night out at work. What the f**k possessed me to drink so much alcohol last night? And why did I even let that woman pick a drink for me?!
For gods sake Miranda. Poor life choices!
Not only was my head banging like someone was hitting my brain with a metal pan, there was nausea building at the back of my throat and a persistent sting in my neck.
“That f*****g b***h,” I hissed under my breath as I examined the mark on my neck where Luca had bit me. “Would it have killed him to admit he was jealous?” I gently craned my neck to the side and touched the bite mark. He hadn’t broken any skin, and it was an angry throbbing red. Soon it wou
