Chapter 41
Fogged Memory
Rosie woke up the next morning with the worst headache she had ever experienced. She couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight that seeped through the window and blinded her vision.
She groaned as she rolled over, when she noticed a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on her bedside table.
She smiled weakly as she grabbed her phone and shot Blaze a text.
'Thanks for babysitting me. Appreciate the hangover help.'
A few minutes later, she was completely bewildered by Blaze's response.
'Darling, I didn't make it through the front door.
Thank your lover boy. Fucking asshole.'
Rosie shot up straight in her bed. Lover boy? She didn't have to think long before understanding that Blaze was referring to Anthony. She laid in her bed for a long time and desperately tried to remember anything from the night before but everything an hour into the party was a giant blank. Not even a blur, just a blank.
"Have y

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