Chapter 289 Investments

• *Sandra's POV*
• Honestly, I’m pretty sure I remember what went down last night before we left the club, but that info? Yeah, I’m definitely not dealing with it until I can figure out how to survive this pounding hangover.
• I mean, good grief, even lifting my eyelids felt like a workout. Every inch of my head was screaming. And then, somehow, through all the pain, I could feel Sly's steady breathing rocking the mattress. I swear, if my memory doesn’t betray me, he came to pick me up.