Lia
I groaned as I rolled over in bed. I hazily remember taking a shower with Beast. Him carefully washing me as I tried to fondle him and giggling like a fool. Jeez, how much did I drink last night? Ugh, why do my hands hurt?
I heard a chuckle and opened my eyes. Beast was sitting in a chair across from me, drinking a cup of coffee.
“Hey Rocky, how are you feeling?” He asked. He pointed at a glass of water on the bedside table with two tylenol next to it. God I love him.
“Like I was in a fight,” I croaked out. Taking the tylenol and downing the water.
Beast laughed again. “You were. Two in fact.”
“What?” I asked in shock, setting the glass down.
“You don’t remember beating up a guy on the stipper stage? Or how about you and Misfit playing speed bag with a guy's face?”
