ALINA
Leaning back against the dresser, I took a slow drag from the cigarette between my fingers, watching him closely as he stirred on the bed.
He was still naked underneath the sheets, slowly coming back to consciousness.
I tilted my head slightly, replaying the conversation | had planned in my mind for the hundredth time.
I have done this kind of thing before, more times than I cared to count. But people had a way of messing things up for me. And when they did, I stopped playing nice.
His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned. "Why does my motherfucking head hurt.." he muttered, rolling to his side whilst pressing a hand to his forehead.
It took him a few seconds to fully register where he was and when he finally did, his eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly.
"What the hell is goin
