Chapter 98

August woke up with a headache, serving as a dreadful reminder of how the previous night went.

Dozens of bottles of wine, hundreds of honesty laced words.

And of all the audience to have accompanying his foolishness, it just had to be Giovanni.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching for his phone. He could remember Giovanni driving him home after he drank himself to stupor but that was all. He couldn’t remember anything else- like how he had gotten into his bed or how he had gotten his phone next to him. “Shit, what’s the time?”

He swiped his phone unlock to check the time but literally immediately, his eyes caught something else. It was his call log. And sitting prettily at the top was a missed call from Tyler.

It was more than enough to cure his hangover, his eyes immediately widening. A missed call from Tyler? How did that happen? When did that happen? Why did that happen?

For the hundredth time, he let out a groan, realizing he still had no memory of what happened the previous night