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A dull throb pulsed at the back of my head as I slowly stirred awake, the weight of exhaustion heavy in my limbs. My mouth felt dry, and my body ached from a night spent drinking way more than I should have. Blinking against the dim lighting, I looked around, trying to orient myself.
I was still in the lounge. My lounge. The low lighting, plush leather couches, and sleek glass table scattered with empty bottles and forgotten glasses confirmed it. The strippers were gone now, but I could still hear the low bass thump from the club just outside.
I gradually picked myself off the floor, running a hand across my temples to help calm the throb.
“Good to see you’re finally awake.”
I jolted, my eyes snapping toward the source of the voice. There, casually seated on one of the armchairs c
