TREVOR HUNTER’S Point Of View
Ugh! My head hurts so much. What the hell had happened?
I was holding my temple because of the terrible pain I had to endure. This is why I hate drinking hard drinks. I remembered I drink some scotch last night and I am not sure what happened next.
I rise from lying and sitting on the bed. I gaze around and it’s all messy. My clothes were scattered on the floor. Did I make something bad again? Da.mn it! My Executive Assistant knew how I become when I’m drunk and I hate to drink a lot because most of the time, I can’t remember part of things that I did because of too much alcohol and being intoxicated.
It was all my fault. I should not convince Angela to drink that fxcking wine. I am sooo fcking stupid! What the hell was happening to me?
I check the room and looks like Angela has never been here since this morning. Did she sleep on the couch after we get drunk?