Chapter One Hundred and Six. Never Going To Live This Down.
Alpha Del’s Point of View.
Fuck, I feel like being one of those assholes, and wear my sunglasses inside the house, you know the ones I mean. My head is pounding like there is a good old barn dance going on in there. Even Apollo is as quiet as a mouse, groaning every now and then as he recovers from our hangover.
Just for the record. I am never, I repeat, NEVER, drinking again. Mark my words, not a single drop will ever pass my lips again!
My mate, however, she is grinning at me, and laughing at my utter discomfort, just like she was this morning, when she announced that revenge was hers, before dragging me to training. God, I will never insist she goes training after an afternoon out with the girls again. It was torture, wi
