Aimee’s POV
My head is throbbing in pain. The loud music, wild neon lights, and a mixture of the smell of aircon and smoke made my dizziness worst. I remained my eyes closed because I am certain if I opened it, I will throw up. Janine is holding my left arm while Tyron is on my right, both are supporting my weight. I couldn’t balance myself and I can’t walk straight. I will definitely fall on the floor if not with both of them.
“Aimee!” Base on the voice, it was Clyver.
“Ugh! Seriously?!” Janine commented. I can imagine her annoyed face and dramatically sighing with her shoulders slumped down in front of my husband. If I can do it, I will too! We paused for a second when I felt the left part of my body become heavier. “What?!” Janine hissed.
Why the heck is he here? Not to assume but
