Whoa.
My head was pounding as I struggled to open my eyes. Thankfully, the blinds were shut.
I roll over in bed to stare at my clock. Five thirty blinked at me, and I sigh, tormented.
Between this headache, and my dry mouth, I wasn't sure where to turn next. I limp to my bathroom and grab the aspirin and drinking it with water from my tap. Sighing, massage my head before plopping onto the bed.
"How much did I drink last night?" I groan.
I wondered if Meera made it home safely. I shot her a quick text before getting ready for work.
I wore a simple black dress that rested on my knee, and paired it with some matching black pumps.
I switched up the green wig for a black one and left to find Denzel.
He sat at the table, signing some papers.
"Good morning," I let out a breath and he sm
