CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“Arghh” Ashely screamed the moment she woke up, she was having a terrible hangover. After a while, the flashes of what happened yesterday started playing in her mind.

“Ohh my goodness, what have I done?” Ashely yelled, holding her head tightly as the door clicked as if someone was about to enter.

“I know you are awake, quit the play,” Alan said to Ashely who was hiding under the duvet.

Peeking her head out “Good morning, I can explain” Ashely said in a tiny voice holding a finger up.

“You look like a mess, freshen up and come downstairs I will make a hangover soup for you,” He said calmly, leaving the room.

“Ugh, what have I done again?” She said, getting down slowly from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

She had her bath and changed into shorts and baggy polo as it was the weekend and headed downstairs to meet the monster.

“Come have a seat” Alan gestured to her when he saw her climbing down the stairs.

“Thank you” Ashely mumbled, sitting down.

“You made this?” Ashely asked, gulpi