Natasha Astrid's POV
"The pain!"
I pulled my hair tightly while moaning about my headache from drinking alcohol. I had a Hangover again. Could this hangover just make my life easier? Why did it have to cause me so much discomfort? Because my head was still hurting so much.
"Drink this medicine."
I frowned as I looked at Jacob, who had just entered the room. He was holding a glass of water and medicine. He was wearing faded pants and a black T-shirt. No matter what he wore, his biceps fought to show themselves even though the sleeves of his clothes covered them.
I pursed my lips and looked around the room where I was at that point. I had forgotten that I was in Jacob's house, and I didn't know which house it was because the room was different.
But the room where I was at that moment w
