Chapter forty six 3

Jemima's POV

It felt like someone was hammering my head as the light across the room hurt my eyes even though, they were still closed.I shoot up from the bed and regretted instantly as nausea roiled my guts.

"The princess is awake..."

"What happened?" There was splinters of pain shooting from behind my eyeballs.

"Someone couldn't handle their alcohol as usual. That's not all, she gave all the men in the bar a free strip dance..."I am familiar with that tone. It's the tone Drake uses when I have f*cked up really bad.The thought of an argument notches up a nausea as I staggered out of bed and bolted into the bathroom. It felt like I was throwing up all the contents in my body as tears streamed down my face.

"We need to be ready soon...Draken states handing me water. I took a sip and spat it into the toilet.

"Where are we visiting before we go home?"

"It's two o'clockJemimaa, the jet is waiting for us in the airport. We are going home..." He produced a wet towel for me and left the bathroom.

Why does he look so fresh?We both got drunk yesterday but he looks so refreshed. A pair of black rugged jeans, a plain white t-shirt and black desert boots. The thought of going back home sorts of scares me. I wonder what awaits for us there.I just hope Drake's manager was able to handle this Melanie's scandal.A peek at the mirror and I couldn't recognise myself.I looked like a walking dead that had risen from hell. . I rinsed my face to look slightly better but nothing changed. I still possessed racoon eyes thanks to that bitch called Mascara.

Only a shower can solve this. After I brushed my teeth, I got out of Drake's t-shirt and stepped under the showerhead with the hope that the nearly scalding water would wash everything away.When I walked out of the bathroom, I found Drake had already packed our bags.

"Thank you..."He nodded stiffly.He was even sweet enough to pick out what I was to wear. A pair of blue shorts, a white plain t-shirt and black sandals.

"Get ready fast, we need to get going..."

"Why do you look so refreshed?"

"I know how to handle my alcohol and unlike some people I know..." He was in a really foul mood.

"Why are you pissed?"

"How can you ask me that Jemima?" He snapped at me.

"I can't remember..." I spoke softly because if I attempt to yell my head might explode.

"Lucky you because I remember it vividly. So you know you, all articles are talking about you right now..."

"I know how to handle my alcohol and unlike some people I know..." He was in a really foul mood.

"Was it that bad?"

"Just get dressed. Before I leave you here..."

"Okay..."I turned around and noticed there was a glass of water and some painkillers on the nightstand.What would I do without this man?Nothing, he has become my everything.Our flight back home was strangely okay. I was asleep all the way so as I didn't have to argue with Drake.When we got to the airport, Wayen picked us up and dropped us at Drake's place.

The reporters were all over the place forcing us to disguise ourselves as we used the back entrance. Fame really sucks, I wonder what makeDrake treasure it so much.

"The reporters have been there for the past three days..."Wayen filled us in when we got into the apartment.

"And if they don't find something more juicy to distract them they will be there for a very long time because this guy here isn't facing them anytime soon..." Drake cussed out and dropped out bags on the floor.
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"Wayne do you mind driving me to my managers place place?I can't drive my Mercedes since it has a custom plate and the other one won't be here until in the evening."

"It's okay Bro..."

"Jemima you should rest, you ready look like a hot mess.I guess it's time you accept you can't handle alcohol..." It seemed he was still pissed at me.

"You two have decided to grace the papers and articles with the wrong kind of publicity..." Wayne chuckled earning a deadly glare from Draje,"Not funny Wayne ..."

"I am sorry Bro..." He lifted his hands up in surrender.Jemima we will get going, have some rest..."Before I could hug and kiss him goodbye, he was out of the door. I walked into Drake's s room and crawled into the sheets, it was a sweet feeling to be finally home.Yes, home. I am soon moving in with him.