Margarete’s pov
I woke up still on the sofa with a pounding headache, I looked over and saw the whiskey bottle was empty on the floor. “Oops, Mitchy is gonna kill me.” I groaned to myself outloud.
“Damn straight I am, I thought you said you wouldn’t drink that much anymore.” His words came out with anger behind them. I grimaced to myself not turning to look at him. I heard him walk over to the control panel and he opened the shades on the window allowing all the light to shine through from the ocean. I groaned and put my head into my hands.
“Please don’t yell so loud.” I haven’t drank that much in a long time. It felt like my heart was trying to pound itself out through my skull. Today was going to be hell.
He chuckled, “I’m not talking that loud, you are just that hung over.” I could
