Proud Husband
CENRIC
I woke up with a hammering headache and sore muscles, and I was in the clothes yesterday. The memories of last night were coming back in bits and pieces. I remembered getting drunk and cursing the s**t out of Peters.
I didn’t see that coming—too late to realize that I should have thought the company name well—too caught up in impressing my woman.
“f**k,” I swore under my breath as I got up from the couch, but my head was killing me.
Then the door swung open. I didn’t have to look who just entered based on the smell and the feelings I got when Sadie was closer.?
Shit. Our dinner plan.
“This might help with your headache.” Her tone was harsh. Who wouldn’t when I literally bailed out our dinner.
“Babe.”
“Morning, drunkass.” She placed down the
