Wilson's POV
"Ughh," I groaned, pressing on my temple and trying to ease the pounding of my headache.
I really hadn't thought it through when I'd decided to get drunk the night before. Not to mention the fact that I hadn't even gotten home until two in the morning and then had to wake up at eight to get ready for my nine-to-five shift. All in all, I felt like crap.
Arian smirked at me from the other side of the store, where he was currently wiping down tables. I'd volunteered to do it initially, but the smell of bleach made me want to puke. I glanced at my phone, expecting to see a missed call from Georgia, but there was nothing. Had I scared her away last night? She'd definitely deserved my attitude, but I wondered if I was too harsh.
I snorted. I wasn't even going to entertain that
