DESMOND'S APARTMENT
POV DESMOND
I woke up to the grating sound of someone using the blender. I groaned and tried to put my pillow over my ears to muffle the noise. I cracked open one eye and saw the time. I sucked in a breath when I realized it was already 6:30 pm. I had to be at work in less than an hour.
I shot up from the bed but had to take a second to let my vision settle. How much did I have to drink last night? I remembered getting halfway through the second bottle, but the rest was a blur. The blend was going again, and my head felt like it was going to crack in two.
"I'm going to murder you, Nathaniel," I mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked suddenly from beside me.
I didn't have the energy to be surprised, "I said, I'm going to murder you. Why in the world do you have the ble
