𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

38 || HANGOVER

𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖𝕤 (𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕) – 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT | HANGOVER
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

"Wake up, Sophia. I won't repeat myself again. It's already six in the evening."

Sophia woke up with a start, sitting up straight. "Huh? What? What is it?"

Storm ran a hand through Sophia's hair in an attempt to tame it. "Get up. I have guests coming over."

Sophia rubbed her eyes free of sleeping dust before rubbing her sore neck. Why was her head pounding? What did they do last night? Where was she? "Guests?"

Storm rolled his eyes upon seeing her confused eyes dart around her room. "Yes, guests."

So it was his boys. The boys he didn't like but always invited. He despised them and often found himself itching to kill them. The way he calmed himself from killing the boys was to remind himself to keep his friends close but enemies closer. Or rather, in this case, the children of his enemies closer.

"I don't feel too good," Sophia whispered, her hand on her stomach, lips parting as her nausea distracted her senses from what was important.

"Hmm? What'd you say?"

Before Sophia could attempt to repeat her words, she gagged, quickly getting up and out of bed, falling to her knees in front of the toilet and regurgitating all the alcohol she'd drank the prior night, the memories filling her mind like a broken record. All the good, all the bad and the things she couldn't believe that she'd done.

Oh gosh! They fucked in one of the VIP rooms. "Why-" As soon as she tried to speak, another round of vomit fell from her lips.

Rolling his eyes, Storm sat down beside her, gathering her hair as the little girl threw up. It was her problem really. She'd drunk too much. Ought to teach her a fucking lesson.

Even long after vomiting all the contents of her stomach, she remained there, panting as tears lined her eyes. "Storm..."

Storm pulled the little girl into his arms and flushed the toilet. "What is it, pretty baby?"

Sophia didn't say anything, she simply slumped into his arms, nestling her head against his chest and closing her eyes as Storm carefully untangled her knotted hair before braiding it as he always did. She was so tired. So tired.

Storm carefully lifted her into his arms and seated her on the marble countertop, giving her a glass of water and watching her as she flushed her mouth before finishing the content of the glass. "Sophia..."

She put the glass down, looking down at the white corset top as well as the leather skirt she was still wearing. He hadn't taken advantage of her inebriated state despite having seen her naked plenty of times by now. "You didn't change my clothes."

"I thought you wouldn't have liked it."

He thought right. She wouldn't have. "I wanna change."

Pressing a kiss against her forehead and squeezing her thigh, Storm pulled away from her. He returned a few minutes later with some of his clothes for her to change into. "Up."