Chapter Seven

Aminas POV

The smell of food woke me up from the best sleep I've had in a while. My eyes opened slowly but slammed back shut at the bright light in my room. "Fuck" I groaned as my head pounded. I wasn't much of a drinker so I was massively hung over right now. I felt around my end table smacking my palm on the glass until I felt my sun glasses.

I put them on and dragged myself down the stairs. I hadn't even bothered to look at my appearance before I reached the kitchen. I sat at the dining room table and placed my forehead on the cold tile. "Don't whistle so loud" I said as the sound caused my headache to flare up. "Damn you look like shit" I heard DJ say. I quickly held up my hand with my middle finger standing at attention. He just laughed and continued making the food.

I thought I heard a little growl from somewhere in the room before DJ apologized. "Sorry Amina" He said. I waved him off because I'm