His Private ChefChapter 13
His Private Chef
Chapter 13
I woke
up
with the kind of headache that felt like karma punching me square in the skull.
Ugh. Never drinking again. Ever.
The room was spinning just a little, my mouth was dry, and my stomach churned in protest. I pulled the covers over my face and groaned, as if hiding could undo the mess of the night before.
What even happened last night?
How did I even get home?
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