3.26

Max's POV

"Aww!" I whined as she threw a wet towel straight to my face, her face scrunched into nothing but annoyance as she marches her way inside my room, a tray of what seem to be a hangover soup on her hands.

"You deserve it. Who told you to drink until you're close to shitting the house? What are you - some heartbroken girl? Oh wait, you are," she grinned before putting down the tray on my bedside table.

She plopped her body down on the side of my bed making me bounce a little, my head aching at the sudden movement.

"Cali, my head hurts," I groaned, my hands reaching for my temple.

"Is that my fault? Be thankful it was only me who saw you looking miserable like that. Do you want Zanaya to worry over you?" she asked, her eyebrow raised as ishe knows she already won the argument.

And she did.

Of course I wouldn't want to worry Zanaya especially that she's pregnant and she's having a hard time dealing with it alone since Seth can't visit her or stay with her. How will he do that wh