Phew, I am so glad its Friday tomorrow,” Lucy exhaled, flopping back onto the white leather sectional sofa. “I am so knackered it is unbelievable.

My God, Joseph, your toasted sandwiches are the fucking shit. You do know that right?

She would have to take this as a lesson for future; she would never get drunk and unknowingly plot world domination with her best friends ever again.

Charlie wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m going to vom,” she announced as the passenger door opened and a light gust of evening breeze filled the space around them.

She was totally going to get this little fucker back for this.

In his haste to devour her body, Charlie noticed that Callum hadn’t even bothered to remove his jacket and tie.