CHAPTER 45: DEAR WIFEY

Rodrigo's pov

This wasn't my room, and it was too girly. The wallpaper was off, and I'd never chosen this bright yellow color for myself. I sat up and immediately regretted it. My head swam, but still, I looked around the room, clenching my fists to take a quick swing at anyone who was about to take a strike at me.

As it turned out, there was only the sleeping figure of Tanya beside me. Well, she was sleeping until she opened her eyes, and I realized she was wide awake.

"Rodrigo," she began.

Ignoring the dull ache in my head, I swung my legs off the bed. "What am I doing here?"

I didn't recall coming in here at all, so she'd better have a good explanation for that cos I wasn't feeling very patient now.

"You... you walked in here last night. You were drunk," she said, sitting up too.

"Damn it," I thought, pausing. I usually kept myself locked up in my room whenever I felt the need to indulge, so why was last night different?

I glanced at her, hating that she had seen me drunk. I proba