"Ugh, wha?" I slurred as I rolled over off of my pillow and spastically slapped at the off button on my alarm clock until the wretched beeping quit. Sunlight was just beginning to creep through the blinds, and it was definitely intruding. I pulled the covers up over my head and groaned. My head was throbbing. Next time go a little easier on the wine, I reminded myself. After I had laid there for a minute, I finally pulled the covers back off of my face and rubbed my eyes. Slowly, I managed to crawl out of bed and stagger into the living room, where I found that everything was just as it had been left the night before. The two empty wine glasses still sat on the coffee table, the little bit of red in the bottoms of them dried into a solid crust. Tony's suit jacket was resting on the sofa, all rumpled up, and Tom had made himself at home, curled lazily into a ball right on top of it. He meowed at me when I entered the room. "Good morning, Tom," I grumbled, squinting at him.
What do You think about My Mafioso Boyfriend - Part 2?
