I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 107

The hangover hit hard. When her alarm went off the next morning, Sienna's head was still spinning.

Suddenly, the absurd memories of last night flooded her brain.

Boom.

The grogginess vanished instantly!

She frantically buttoned her shirt, grabbed her blanket, and sprinted toward Jorrod's room at top speed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The erotic aftermath in the room was far more graphic than she had anticipated. Seeing it completely sober was a massive visual shock.

Sienna's ears burned as she immediately looked away.

She practically threw the blanket over the man's exposed body.

Babbling apologies, she grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the silk tie she had knotted tighter than a rodeo calf.

Jorrod had just woken up, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

He sat up. The blanket slipped off as he leaned his weight against her shoulder, wrapping his long arms around her and pulling her into a tight embrace.

As the primary instigator of last night's disaster, Sienna didn't dare push him away!

She kept her arms awkwardly hovering in the air, trying desperately not to touch his bare, slightly chilled back.

"I am so sorry. Oh my god..." Sienna squeezed her eyes shut, her brain short-circuiting. She simply couldn't accept what she had done. "I... I was totally wasted. But you weren't! Why did you let me go that crazy?"

"It wasn't crazy." His voice was muffled against her neck.

"How is that not crazy?! Even if you wanted to humor me, you shouldn't have let yourself be humiliated like that! I really..."

"I just want you to be happy. You can punish me however you want," Jorrod interrupted her.

Besides, he hardly considered it a punishment.

Jorrod's memory was fragmented, but the image of Sienna rambling endlessly last night was something he hadn't seen in a very long time. Even though she had been insulting him to his face, her rapid-fire complaints, her alcohol-flushed cheeks, and the vivid, lively expressions in her eyes... he had loved every second of it.

"Please, I'm begging you. Next time you see me drinking, stay far away from me. I... I turn into a complete psycho when I'm drunk."

Jorrod tightened his arms around her, pulling her so close it felt like he was trying to merge their bodies. He deeply inhaled the familiar, comforting scent of her shower gel.

He breathed her in, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper. "If you're going to turn into a psycho, then don't drink with anyone else."

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