Rebecca's P.O.V.
I don't know what's wrong with me today but I feel drained, not to mention exhausted.
At first, I thought I was just hungover and whatever I was feeling was because I had drank way too much the night before but now I'm starting to doubt this is the case.
"Are you ok, babe?"
Frankie asks me as he launches jab after jab on his punching bag which has been installed in his dressing room.
You'd think he was some world-famous fighter with how grand and luxurious his dressing room is.
The room is decorated in white, cream and a berry red colour with two couches, a plasma TV, an en-suite bathroom and there's even a mini kitchen in here as well.
I say it's mini because it's only got the basics like a fridge, a coffee maker and an air fryer in it.
Frankie is already dressed
