~ Jack’s POV

I woke up with my head pounding like a drum, my mouth dry and tasting like something had crawled in and died. I groaned, blinking against the light streaming through the window.

What the hell happened last night? I thought, trying to piece together the blur of memories.

My body ached as I realized I wasn’t even on the bed, I had passed out on the cold, hard floor. I struggled to sit up, rubbing my temples as waves of nausea hit me.

Too much damn alcohol.

As I managed to get ...