HURT BY HIS WORDS

Drake emerged from the bathroom, his head throbbing with the remnants of the late-night revelry that had been his attempt to drown out the memories of Amanda. He had hoped that the alcohol would wash away the thoughts that tormented him, but instead, it seemed to fuel the fire of longing deep within his soul.

As he staggered towards his bed, his vision blurred with the remnants of his intoxicated state; he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him. A scantily clad woman lay sprawled across his sheets, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Anger surged within Drake, fueled not only by the intrusion into his personal space but also by the reminder of the woman he truly desired, the one who kept irking him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Drake's voice bristled with irritation, his patience worn thin by the echoes of Amanda's name that haunted his mind. He crossed his arms, the scent of alcohol lingering on his breath as he glared at the unwelcome presence in his bedroom.

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