Chapter 19

SYDNEY'S POV I angrily patted Mark on his cheek. "Wake up! I'm Sydney not Bella." I grunted loudly as I pushed at his shoulders trying, again, to get him off me. My shoulders fell as I let out a resigned sigh. How in the hell did he get himself this drunk?! After he had scared the life out of me and drunkenly said, 'wifey' with a dazed smile, he had slumped and fell on my chest and I must say, he is heavy. It was hard to breath with his head on my chest like that. And the snores that emitted from his throat was even more agitating. "Mark! Godammit!" I screamed exasperatedly. I was too tired for all of this. I just wanted to come home, lock myself in my room and get enough rest to recharge me and strengthen me for the next day. But here I was, stressing my brain as I kept thinking of how to get him off me and as I also keep pushing at his taut shoulders. My eyes scanned the dim room, hoping one of those eerie shadows would turn out to be one of the household staff but no, the shadow rem