"The necklace alone around my neck is worth a million dollars, what makes you think I'd ever fuck you for a thousand?" She shot back as he let out a deep sensual chuckle.
"Smart girl" his finger pulled out from between her legs and he leaned agains...
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Sofia Zanetti - POV:
My head was pounding the next morning. I felt hungover and tired. The sun which seeped into my bedroom didn't help either.
What time was it even? I pulled myself up and looking at the clock besides my bed. 14:00. Shit.
I pulled off my comforter, I looked down at the oversized Spider-Man graphic T-shirt which I had on. My red dress bunched up on the ground by my bed. I didn't even remember getting out of my dress, maybe Mama or Carina had helped me out of it?
I could still feel my eyelashes stuck on my eyelids, which meant I still had my makeup on. Nice, my skin is going to hate me this week. I must've made my own way to my bedroom then, because my mother or cousin would have surely helped me wash the makeup off.
I couldn't remember a thing from last night after the moment I was sat down around the garden fire with the women. How much had I drank last night?
A lot. That's what I did remember.
I never drunk so much that I blacked out, ever. And last night I was drinking away my every last thought so I had a pretty good reason to do so. I hated drinking away for my problems, why? Because it didn't solve anything. I was still marrying him.
I got out of bed, staring at the horrific reflection on the mirror. My eyes were smudged and my entire lipstick had smudged all over my chin. The smokey eye look kind of didn't look to bad, I'm sure a bit of blending out and I would still look pretty good.
What am I even thinking. I sighed, rubbing my face with a cotton pad drenched in cleanser. Then walking into a hot shower. The hot steam covering every corner of my body.
I just stood there under the shower. I could still feel the alcohol in my system, unsure on what to do.
Somehow I had washed myself then got rid of the crispy layer in my hair from all the hair spray which was used last night. I stepped out, drying my body then picked out something to wear.
I pulled on an old batman T-shirt from the dozen of other graphic tees I had gathered over the years. Then slipped into some plain black gym leggings. I semi dried my hair before making my way downstairs to ask mama about last night and I also badly needed something for this raging migraine and hangover.
I found Mama by the breakfast table, her legs propped over each other as she read her monthly Vogue issue.
"Hi" I mumbled out, taking a seat opposite her. There was already Advil and a glass of water and a green smoothie placed in front of me.
I looked up at her, the expression on her face didn't look too good.
"Isabella." She said in a strict tone. I popped two of the pills then chugged down the water. She was mad at me. Why...
"Yes?"
"How much did you drink last night?!" She closed her magazine, her full attention now on me.
