Chapter 96. Two Wrongs

Alana stirred in her sleep. Her body felt stiff…she couldn't move. Even her eyes seemed heavy. She shifted a little trying to find a comfortable position

"Ah, " she rubbed her eyes, finally getting a grip of herself. "Ricky, stop it," she muttered when she felt someone run their hand on her face. The hand felt manly and she knew who that person was.

"You know I hate…" Alana said, opening her eyes only to stop when she found the last person she expected to see staring at her.

"You were dreaming about him?" Rocco asked coldly but a shocked Alana only shrugged him away and sat up.

"W-what did you do…tell me!" She lashed out when she looked around and found herself in a strange room. Rocco ignored her anger and rose from the bed.

"A good morning greeting will be nice," Rocco scoffed and walked to the table. Ignoring the sharp pain in her head, Alana tried to stand but she fell back down. "You had too much to drink…probably a hangover taking effect