Chapter 15 I Hate Hangovers

||" Kristen Stewart "||

To say I was scared when I woke up to a familiar sight was an understatement because it was a full-blown panic.

I recognise this room, the bed and everything in it, I slowly darted my eyes around, and I saw the yellow dress I had worn last night on the couch that was in the room, clear evidence of what my mind was blaring.

I tried to get out of bed, ignoring the soreness and achiness I felt on my inner thighs.

My head was thumping a lot,

Hangovers suck.

I should have known that drowning in a full bottle of champagne was a bad idea,

I mean I knew,

But I was kind of too nervous to care.

I looked at the mess on my body, it was sticky and looked almost dried.

My mind was blurry, I was well aware of what had happened last night but I didn't understand why he had to leave and why he had pretended not to know who I was all this while.

Well, two can play the game.

Tch!

I searched around for my phone, I had missed calls on my phone from my mother and Sky, I would call t