CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

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TYLER P.O.V:



My morning welcomed me with a hang-over headache and a messy room. Now the question arises 'what should I do first?'. My body is like a soulless flesh and skeleton on the bed. Rising to my feet is taking so much strength.

I somehow managed to reach my drawer and pop a pill for a hangover as I remembered I have an office to go too. Huh, the indication of my body getting old. What happened to the time when I could drink and party all night and then work in the morning with a hangover? The thoughts are making me sad.

I believed my bed-room was messy; looking at the state of my living-room, I changed my statement. I'm looking at the mess I created last night as the beer ran through my organs; my eyes and my heart was being entertained watching the show. 'I need a care-taker', I say that loudly to myself. Why am I so messy? Why did I need to drink so much? And munching on pizza is helping me with gaining weight. The belly soon will be big enough to be seen as a pregnant woman's belly.

My muscles are relaxing as the water drops drip from the shower on my body after I cleaned my house. Dressing up in an appropriate attire for the office, and eating some fruits along with coffee; I was all set to meet my new secretary and start a new day with positivity and determination.

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