LYRIC
I woke up with a terrible hangover.
My head ached terribly. The first thing I did was soak myself into the Jacuzzi.
It wasn't until I was a little calm that I recalled all that had happened the previous night. When I did, fury pulsed in my bloodstream.
Jaris.
As usual, he was there and ruined my night. Dragged me away when I was having the fun of my life. For the first time since I met him, I felt genuinely happy.
Done bathing, I checked my email and nearly screamed in excitement when I found one from TCH, asking me to come over by ten.
I checked the time. It was past nine.
Shit.
As fast as lightening, I fished for what to wear—black corporate pants with a red top—hastily brushed my hair, packed it into a ponytail and applied a red lipstick.
Hm. The red lipstick loo
