Twelve

" Shit! " He woke up with his head throbbing in pain. How many bottles of liqour he consumed last night? He slowly got up from the bed and lean against the headboard of the bed. He massage his forehead.

" Damn hangover! " He lost count of how many glasses he finished. He was just so broken last night that he didn't know how to handle it. He was so wasted. And his head got even hotter when he saw Arlene waiting at his doorstep. How did she find him? He warned his friends not to tell anyone where he was because he's currently in a mission. How can he possibly do his plan if there's a bitch who follows him here? He knew Arlene as an annoying witch. She did nothing but take advantage of his wealth. But thank God he realized before it's too late.

Afterwards he fixed himself and drink a medicine for his headache. He just hope that the pain will fade immediately.

" Who told her, moron? " He interrogates his friend Jake.

" Come down man. I'm sorry that