Chapter 7: Playmate

“Ouch,” I whispered and hissed upon trying to place my back on the headrest. The surrounding is dead shaking, and so is my brain whose now aching. I still could feel the dryness of my throat and I couldn’t even talk straight for I could smell the wine in my mouth, and it stinks like hell. Damn this.

A sigh escaped from my lips before moving my body to fix my posture. I haven’t thought, that I am already not immune to alcohol. Well, I’ve chosen the strongest wine Steffano could have so what to expect? But still, I once had a high tolerance for alcohol. Damn, my body really has changed.

“What have I done last night? Tss,” I unconsciously asked myself and held my head before standing up in a slow-motion to head to the bathroom for a quick shower.

I smell like shit, geez. I stopped when I realized that I am now wearing a t-shirt and underwear, where in fact, the scene of me being naked in this room when I am still sober is so vivid in my mind. Why on earth?

“Or maybe I wore it when I got