DOWNING MANSION

POV GREY

The next morning, I woke up with a hangover from h*ll. The sunlight streaming in through my window is usually a pleasure to wake up to in the morning. Now it just felt like the sun was punching my eyes. I pulled the covers tightly over my head, groaning at the pain.

I smelled awful; the sheets kept in the stench from the pub. I reached my hand out and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. It was 12 in the afternoon. I hadn't slept this late since I ...