VICTORIAS POV:
I woke up to a stinging headache and a tousled hair spreading over my face, and also, was that saliva drooping out of my cheeks?
I rolled out from the bed and grabbed my robe.
“Ughh…” i hated mornings i groaned, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Then slowly my brain began to boot, reinstalling all the memories from the previous day.
From the beginning of shoot, to the end,
And did i forget to add, the shameless feminine juice i left at his face.
And worse still,
Assuming he felt something for me?.
“A slut victoria.” I pointed at the mirror saying. “Thats what you are.”
Just then my phone began to ring,
It was the architect of my current misery.
“Mr Hosea.” I rolled my eyes saying.
I wasn't going to allow him further ruin my life more than he alr
