Chapter 217: Cammy’s Plan (4)
Greg groaned as the sharp stab of light pierced through his eyelids. His head throbbed with the dull, punishing rhythm of a hangover, and his mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.
What’s worse than being awakened by a loud ringtone while having a hangover?
He blindly reached for his phone, swiping until Cammy’s name glowed on the screen.
"Cammy?" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep and regret.
[Hey... sorry, did I wake you up?]
He sat up slowly, wincing as a wave of nausea swirled through him. "Kinda," he admitted, dragging a hand down his face. "But it is okay. How are you?"
[I’m fine. I was wondering... if it’s alright for us to talk. In your suite.]
Greg’s mind stuttered for a moment, trying to piece together the request through the fog in his brain. "Uh... yeah, of course. I will get ready then."
"Okay. We’re on my way."
’We.’ That word echoed in his head as he tossed the phone aside and stumbled to his feet. He didn’t even remember getting back to the suite last night.
The last thing he recalled was sitting at the bar with Ric, one drink too many, the haze of alcohol washing over his thoughts. He cursed under his breath and made his way to the shower, letting the scalding water try to scrub the confusion from his mind.