Chapter 11

Mel POV

“Ugh! I am never doing that again,” I dragged my self from the bed into the kitchen, I was wearing the same clothes from last night and I could feel the dryness on my face from sleeping with makeup on. A hangover was the karma from heavy drinking.

I don't remember most of the last night, the last thing I remember was ordering a Moscato, and the rest is blank. I leaned against the wall waiting for the coffee maker to complete whatever the fuck it does. Ting! Finally, I poured myself a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly.

“Aye, hangovers always makes me more appreciative of a hot, steaming coffee.”

Knock! Knock!

And who the fuck could that be so early in the morning. I went to see who it was and what they needed, probably another delivery guy having the wrong door number again. Opening the door, there was a towering man, his grey eyes pierced through my blue ones, his immature growing beard was neatly outlined and his cheekbones