RIYA
My head is still aching when I finally walk downstairs. I should have known that I'm not resistant to hangovers anymore. I feel like a truck ran over me and I just want to stay in bed all day.
I can't, though. I have a company to manage.
"Good morning?" I say halfheartedly to Brian who is leaning against the counter, a coffee mug in hand.
"Good morning. Short dress."
I discreetly roll my eyes as I get bottled water from the fridge.
"It's fine. I've seen way shorter dresses at the office."
"That's really short."
"Brian, leave me alone. I have a terrible hangover, thanks for that by the way, and I'm not in the mood to fight with you over a f*****g dress that goes to my knees."
His face creases as he watches me.
"You're having one of them, aren't you?"
"What are you talki
