Chapter 33

CENRIC

I woke up with a hammering headache and sore muscles, and I was in the clothes yesterday. The memories of last night were coming back in bits and pieces. I remembered getting drunk and cursing the shit out of Peters.

I didn’t see that coming—too late to realize that I should have thought the company name well—too caught up in impressing my woman.

“Fuck,” I swore under my breath as I got up from the couch, but my head was killing me.

Then the door swung open. I didn’t have to look who just entered based on the smell and the feelings I got when Sadie was closer.

Shit. Our dinner plan.

“This might help with your headache.” Her tone was harsh. Who wouldn’t when I literally bailed out our dinner.

“Babe.”

“Morning, drunkass.” She placed down the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water.

“I’m sorry about last night.” I was still pressing my temple, and it didn’t help when I could feel her glaring down at me.

“Which one?”<