Chapter 10
Animal Attack
Seven in the morning came hard. My phone blasted with that annoying ring tone that could be only one person. The only person who ever called, John! This was starting to become a bad habit of his. Waking me up at an ungodly hour. I swiped the green button and mumbled, “What?” My voice was full of sleep and pain.
“Do you have a hangover?” he snorted a snide chuckle.
“Maybe,” I grumbled as my eyes landed on a half-empty bottle of Jose Cuervo. “What do you want at this hour?” I threw my arm over my eyes and sunk back into my pillow. I should’ve known better. Tequila gave me hangovers. f*****g Jose!
“Most people are awake.”
“Most people don’t work all night either,” I huffed.
“And they don’t drink like a fish either.”
“I’m simply playing my role as requested.”
