Chapter Thirty One
I didn’t know when I went back to my room and slept off again. When I woke up the very next morning with a truly horrific, pounding headache that felt like a hammer beating against the inside of my skull, and a mouth that tasted completely like sour regret.
The bright morning light filtering through the window blinds hurt my eyes intensely, causing a sharp pain behind my temples. I groaned very softly out loud, slowly pushing the heavy blankets off my body and sitting up on the edge of the mattress. The moment I stood up, the vivid, embarrassing memories from last night came flooding back into my brain in a giant, overwhelming wavethe two empty bottles of wine, the loud crying on the couch, the chaotic phone call, Khalid rushing over from the arena, and me rambling li
