Chapter Eighty

Nessa Sims

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The next time I opened my eyes, I saw myself in Vito’s room. I rubbed my eyes to see clearly and I found that Vito was already sitting on the bed.

“Look who’s finally up.” He turned to me when I tapped his back.

“How long did I sleep for?” I asked. I had no idea if it was still the same day.

“What were you thinking? Taking alcohol?” He ignored my question and asked.

“Don’t blame me, I needed it.” My head was hurting but I felt a little bit better. “Is it a new day?” I asked again.

“Yes, you were passed out the whole night.” He placed his hands on my head, trying to feel my temperature.

He picked up a glass from the side drawer and gave it to me. “What’s this?” I asked, slowly taking the glass from him.

“It’ll help with your hangover,” he responded. “Have a drink.” He said and went back to his phone.

I sat up and looked at the green substance inside the cup and almost puked but I had to drink it if I wanted to feel better. I closed my eyes and gulped down the co