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 again, trying 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 fallen on my chest, and I must say, he was heavy.

It was hard to breathe with his head on my chest like that. And the snores that emitted from his throat were even more agitating.

"Mark! Goddammit!"...