Chapter 2: AlexaWhat the hell? Who is drilling at this time of day?
It was way too early in the day for Alexa to even be awake, let alone be wondering who is doing DIY, especially when contending with the world’s worst hangover.
Seriously, who?
She managed to peel her head up off the pillow, slowly, only to realise she wasn’t alone…
“Who the hell is that girl next to me? And where am I?” she quietly muttered under her very boozy breath. She gently rubbed her temples, as if it would magic up an answer, like rubbing a lamp, hoping for a genie. Nope, nothing, no recollection of the night before whatsoever.
Maybe I can just get a sneaky peek of her face. Without leaning on her wavy, auburn hair…or breathing on her…or maybe I should sneak out of here before she wakes up…if I can find my wa
