CHAPTER SEVEN

(TITANIA'S POV)

Was it only a dream? I disliked being interrupted in my sleep, so when someone pulled me up, I let out a groan.

How inebriated was I the previous evening? Why do I feel as though I've consumed a gallon of booze after just one bottle of tequila?

"Go back to sleep, drunken bitch," a voice murmured as my stomach twisted and I squirmed, but a pair of warm arms supported me.

Huffing in opposition, I did what I was instructed because my head was pounding terribly. That was the last thing I could remember until I awoke the following morning

'Heck!'

With the worst hangover of my life, I inwardly muttered, "I don't want to drink alcohol anymore." I massaged my temple.

Then, I shifted to the side and hugged the pillow. My brows furrowed as something warm and hard was squeezed by my long arm. My eyes suddenly opened to find a man on my bed holding onto my waist. Only the blanket covered his lower torso; he had no shirt on.

My eyes opened and my face reddened as my hangover dissi