Chapter 22 Drunken Humiliation

Christiano dropped me onto the bed and I groaned. This was not how I imagined things going. Had I envisioned Christiano throwing me onto a bed I thought surely it would be either because he had just killed me and needed to dispose of the body, or that he would be joining me immediately. Getting so drunk that I couldn't walk and him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me here, was not how I predicted this night to go. "Ho preso una scimmia!" I groaned and rolled around the bed.