Trapped In Beastly Desires

The morning headache again? Kayla rolled onto her back and placed a hand over her forehead. “Fuck,” she whispered. Easing her eyes open, she darted her eyes around as reality slammed in. Her brow furrowed. Wasn't she supposed to be at her house? Jerking up, she moaned and fell back on the bed, then pressed a hand on her forehead with her eyes closed. She rolled onto her stomach, whimpering.

She sprang up only a few seconds after she fell on the bed. The impulsion to puke sent her rushing to the bathroom without taking the headache and dizziness into accounts. She flushed the toilet where she threw up, then went to the bathroom sink, washing up her face, and, of course, her disgusting mouth. Looking at her exhausted self in the mirror, she still tried to make out how she got to Anthony's house.

She'd driven to her house last night—that was all she remembered. Sighing and running her hand through her nape, she stopped at a point that made her brow furrow. She looked at the spot in the m