𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

4

Hangover.

That was the word that came along with the headache that controlled her entire being. Her head hurts as though an train was going at a extreme fast speed in her head.

Azeira's eyes snapped open at the movements on the soft bedding that she laid in unknowingly, she grew confused—but she couldn't help but groan in pain.

The bright sunlight flickered in the strange room that the woman had woken up in. Azeira hurriedly sat up in the bed and quickly held her throbbing head.

Slowly she opened her eyes to try adjust her sight to the extricating pain traveling in her eyes and head. She observed the unknown room and felt her heart dropped in realization.

She calculated that her room was royal green and white. The room she woke up in was painted in white and grey, the room was close to empty with clothes scattered on the massive black carpet.

"Oh my God…no," she shakily whispered, the pain between her thighs as she moved slightly causes a whimper to choke in  the back of her throat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!

Azeira felt her heart palpitating at a extreme pace, she examined the floor for her clothes that mingle with the clothes of a complete stranger.

It clicked in her crowded mind as she snapped her head beside her and towards the silky grey sheets that covered her lower half that was sore.

The bed was empty. The sound of water pounding on the shower floor behind the door that was half closed echoed in the eerily silent room that was high of an unholy night.

Azeira touches her forehead and quickly threw the sheets aside and dashes for her clothes—her intentions was to escape the room before the stranger she laid with saw her.

"Fuck," Azeira groaned softly as she stubbed her toe on the mission to find her second pair of heels, successfully she wore her heels and grabbed her purse.

She quickly glanced around the strange room in complete devastation, before she dashed for the door as she heard the shower was shut off.

Azeira never knew she had the talent to run down a set of stairs in six inches heels until that exact moment—reality smacked her in the face as she stepped downstairs.

She realized that she stood in a empty club, her eyes examined the silent club and glimpse two bodies that shifted with a sloppily moan.

Immediately she dashed over to the lower VIP lounge, running towards her friends that laid drunkingly on the red leather couches that matches the red LED light in the room.

The woman continuously shake her friends awake, the feeling that reality gained on her as she realized she did something that she thought she wouldn't do.

"Wake your asses up," She huffed as she slapped both woman and search for the exit, fresh air filled her lungs as she stepped out into the daylight.

"Bitch, where are we?" Ziva yawned loudly and staggered as she stretches with half closed eyes. She then opened her eyes and look at Azeira.

"The club, you idiot," Kelly mutter as she digged in her purse for her car keys, "I'm so fucking dead. Kaylie is gonna be so damn pissed."

"Aren't you the mother? She'll understand that mommy had to get laid at some point." Ziva mutter and slipped a cigarette between her lips and light it.

"Not everyone has a mindset of a whore like you do, Ziva. I'm a mother and have a side hustle to do, what about you bitch?"

Azeira stood aside from the twins that argued as if the world was just a pebble under their shoes, they were used to waking up hangover and making lots of mistakes.