Arturo Vitale
Fucking hangover.
My head was pounding, and moments like this made me seriously consider quitting alcohol. My phone kept ringing insistently, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I cracked open one eye and immediately saw the reason why.
A blonde had used my arm as a pillow, and now I didn't have enough circulation left to move it.
The phone continued ringing.
I opened my eyes wider, trying to figure out where I was.
My room at the Vitale Estate.
I drank like a damn fish last night.
And my brother got married.
At least I think that happened yesterday, unless the alcohol erased an entire day from my memory.
I got up, ignored the call, and headed to the bathroom for a shower in hopes of recovering a little dignity.
When I came back out, the blonde was still asleep.
