Sinclair's pov
I woke up with a splitting headache and immediately reached out for the pack of aspirin from my bedside drawer. I sat up on the bed and laid my back on the headboard, waiting for the effects of the drug to kick in.
My door opened, and Blair walked in to clean the room and fold my laundry as usual.
"Good morning, Sinclair," she said with a faint smile as she placed the laundry basket on the floor and started folding the clothes into the closet.
"Morning. " I said sternly and picked up my phone so I won't have to look at her face or have any conversation with her.
"Do you want anything right now? I noticed that you were a bit drunk yesterday, and I know you'll be having a headache this morning. I can make you some tea if you want.." she offered.
"That won't be necessary.." I replied and got down from the bed even though I was a bit dizzy and the headache had not completely gone..