Christian.
Rays of sunlight pierced through the window, stabbing at my skull like a jackhammer. My head throbbed mercilessly. Damn it. A hangover. How the hell did I drink so much? I found a glass of blackcurrant juice covered with a white towel and a tablet next to it. A note that read" To soothe the headache."
I took the painkiller and gulped down the juice.
I blinked against the light, slowly taking in my surroundings. This wasn’t my room. Too much pink and lilac. The faint scent of sweet cranberry lingered in the air, teasing my memory. Where the hell am I?
And then it hit me—Vicky’s room.
Flashes of the night before came in disjointed pieces. I was at the bar...but how did I end up here? My eyes darted to the other side of the bed. It was empty, but a maroon dress lay crum
