29. Hangover, Breakfast And Aunt Flo.

CHLOE.

[The next morning]

“Ow, my head,” I woke up with a splitting headache, feeling like someone had smashed a hammer on my skull and kept pounding hard non-stop to torment me for the drinks I gulped down yesterday without care.

I groaned while rolling over and opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of a trashed living area. Wine bottles, glasses, and other things were scattered all over the place.

I rubbed my tempos while I sat up...What the hell happened here last night?

I squinted my eyes at the morning light that sipped into the windows that overlooked the beach and tried to remember what I did after my first drink at the bar yesterday, but my mind was a blank slate... All I had were vague flashes of drinking at the bar with a hot stranger, dancing, and laughing like today wouldn't come.

Everything else was a blur I couldn't remember. My stomach churned with anxiety.

What if I did something embarrassing around James?

I looked around the messy room and saw no sign of h