DEMETRIA

“DEMETRIA!”. Anastasia shouted as she walked into my apartment. I was in my kitchen making a cup of coffee to get my day started. Who told me going to the club last night was a good idea?

“Girl, why are you so energetic this morning? I still have a hangover”.

“You have a hangover from whatever you did with Marion, don't blame it on me.” She laughed at my predicament. The moment she said that, flashes of last night came rushing back.

“Okay… I see you. Look at your ...