Georgia couldn’t remember how they made it back to the Valentino Villa. After she was forced to plaster on smiles and accept congratulations from strangers, and after that bastard’s casual dismissal of what they had done, she had drunk most of the night away on that delicious Barnardi wine.
She only had the freedom to drink as much because she had anthony by her side, and though he wouldn’t have advised her to drink so much, he had an idea something had been bothering her so he just stayed silently by her side and watched over her.
When she woke up the next morning, her head throbbed in a raging ache, and her body felt sore and sticky all over. She desperately needed a shower, she thought with a groan as she sat up with some effort.
When a ping sounded from somewhere beneath her sheets,
