Jack's POV
Jack woke up with a pounding headache and a bitter taste of whiskey in his mouth. As he stumbled down the stairs, he found Melody, the woman he had a one-night stand with, cooking breakfast in his kitchen.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" Jack demanded, trying to shake off the haziness of the previous night.
"Relax, we had a great time last night," Melody said, with a playful smile.
Jack's face twisted in disgust. "I don't remember anything, and I don't want to see your face again. Get the f**k out of my house, you slut!" he spat at her.
Melody's expression turned from playful to angry. "You can't just use me and then toss me out like trash," she shot back, her voice growing louder with each word.
The two of them began shouting at each other, their voices escalat
