Break up with him, it's not a debate.

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Anderson's hands grabbed his head as a sharp pain stung it, his face scrunched into a frown as he woke up from sleep. He moved his body upward and relaxed the back of his head further into the pillow, a drawled groan pouring out from his throat.

His head hurt and his mouth felt dry.

Lazily, he recalled his encounter in the club and his eyes went open, his gaze temporarily glued on the ceiling board.

He could tell he was in his room but he couldn't recollect how he got there, his recollection from last night ceased the moment he got drunk. Since he was with Jude, he concluded it must have been him who brought him home.

He doesn't even remember if he got what he sought at the club or not.

Maybe he did. He was too drunk and amid two unclad women, of course, he did something!

With a sigh, he reached with his arm to the nightstand and strolled it further when he didn't feel any plastic bottle.

He tilted his head and searched with his eyes but there was no bottled water on it.

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