CHAPTER 23

The throbbing in my head was a constant reminder of the previous night's events. My throat felt like sandpaper, a testament to the excessive amount of alcohol I had consumed. I stumbled out of bed, my body still heavy with the remnants of the night's debauchery, and headed towards what I thought was my bathroom.

"Agh!" I yelped, my head colliding with the wall. I was still in the cabin. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. I banged my forehead against the wall a few more times, the pain a welcome distraction from the turmoil within me.

"Stupid," I whispered, my voice a mix of self-reproach and self-pity.

"Good morning!" The voice startled me, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my system. I turned to see Rexon standing in the doorway, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

"Here's your breakfast. The yacht has docked. Eat before you go down," he said, his voice a gentle reminder of the day that was dawning.

I couldn't immediately process his wor