Larisa woke up in her room with a striking headache. She groaned, pressing the back of her hand to her throbbing temples. The room was spinning, her throat dry, and her mouth tasted like regret and the leftover sourness of expensive wine.
What happened last night...?
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember what took place...
She remembered agreeing to drink with him and then actually doing it...
She remembered asking him why he chose her as his fake fiancée, and she remembered his answer...
'I needed a date, you were here.'
Larisa threw her hands over her face as her cheeks flushed bright red. Damn it, she shouldn't have thought he liked her, of course it was all about convenience.
She could remember the embarrassment she felt last night, it was the same feeling she had now.
