Sierra
I wake from my nap and groan. My head is pounding, and I have a disgusting taste in my mouth. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Vodka is the one drink that always gives me hangovers. I can’t believe I threw myself at Ambrose! It is a good thing he said no. I needed a distraction, and he was there. It would have been stupid of me. I search for my cell, but I can’t find it. Where is it? It was there when I settled down to sleep. Groaning, I slowly sit up and look for the clock for the time. It is seven o’clock in the evening. Great! I won’t sleep tonight. My cell can only be in one other place, and that is wherever Ambrose has put it. He is the only one in the house who would have taken it. Asshole!
I pull my hungover ass out of bed, needing water and food. I am starving. I haven’t e
