Ughh… my head. It hurts. It throbs. I feel like there is a damn hurricane in there. Why did I drink that much? Why would I do that to myself again?
I turn in bed until I am sleeping on my back. The annoying f*****g open curtains blinding me. I should go back to sleep. I should sleep it off.
"Blake!" or not. Mia knocked again, this time harshly. "Move your damn a*s and come down and have brunch with us, or I am dragging you down myself." God, no. I am not in the mood to socialize. "You will find some of Jason's clothes on the nightstand. Take a damn shower because when I came in to check on you this morning, you were stinking."
"Fuckk off!"
"15 minutes or I am kicking your fat ass." So damn stubborn.
"Just leave."
"Painkillers on the other nightstand." I smiled at her tough exterior
