Moon woke up feeling like she'd been run over by a truck; she hurried to open her eyes because she knew how it worked.
This wasn't her first time being drunk, she knew that if she forced her eyes open, she might likely be blinded by the pounding headache that would follow.
She didn't know where she was, but she could remember herself following an unknown man out of the club and forcing him to take her with him.
If she could still remember correctly, the man had refused, but she had started to throw a fit and was starting to draw attention from people around them.
The man had reluctantly taken her, and she knew she didn't stop there; the drug she had put in the drink that was made for Aiden had kicked in in her body, and she was horny as hell. She needed to be fuvked by a man, hell, even by a tree; she didn't care; all she knew was that she wanted the itching to be gone.
