Chapter twenty two - conflicted

Emelia’s point of view

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I woke up the next morning with the ray of light hitting my face, I groaned softly as I covered my face. Why was my head throbbing like this?

Shit! I was drinking last night! I cuss as I try to sit up, what is the time? I wonder as I struggle to try to sit on the bed. I look on the side of the bed and Liam isn’t there. Did he go to the office?

I inwardly ask myself.

The events of last night come flashing as I swallow hard, my throat is freaking dry and I am a mess. I look at the floor and it seems he picked up all the clothes and he put them away, on the chair, there’s a robe, a new toothbrush with a note.

I grab them before heading into the shower to take a quick shower before I head out, I brush my teeth as

look at me in the mirror, I have hickeys on my neck as I sigh heavily.

I step out of the shower and put on the t-shirt which was on the chair and made my way stairs. I am not wearing anything under the t-shirt but likely I am slim so the shirt is lo