Page 12 of Firecracker

Chapter Four

My head.

Jesus Christ who let me drink so much.

Mary Mother of Jesus, my head hurts! I hate my life. Sleep. Yes, sleep.

I feel around the bed then I feel myself, letting out an exhale of relief when I feel I’m fully clothed and alone. My head pounds and I groan.

“Rise and shine, Ruby Rube,” Izzy says all chipper.

I groan again holding my head. “Go away.”

“Sorry, no can do. Let’s get going. I have places to be, and you have people to meet. Let’s go.”

I don’t understand, people to meet?

“What?” I murmur.

“I have to head into the office, and I want you to meet a few people. One, being my boss and the owner of Spin It, Luc Mancini. Two, I have a surprise for you, that I’m hoping you will like. I want you to keep your mind open to new things today. Like a new future for you if you want it. ”

I peek out from under the covers noticing we’re in a really nice room. Izzy is standing next to the bed with her hands on her hips.

“Where are we?” I grumble.

“We’re at the hotel where most of Spin It’s employees and my security team live. Ginger lives in this building, well, when she isn’t at the clubhouse. Gus lives here too along with most of the security team, Alex, and her parents. We’re in one of the suites they reserve for out of town DJs. I’ve stayed here many times during the craziness. Gus needed to come home, so we just stayed here, and it had two bedrooms.”

Wait. Did he stay here too?

I look around the bed and see I’m the only one who slept in the bed. I peer up at her with one eye open.

“Where did you sleep last night?”

She turns to leave with a huge smile on her face. “In the other room silly.”

Uh-huh. Right.

I smile calling out after her. “Where did Gus sleep last night?”

No reply.

That’s what I thought. They’re fucking. I knew it! That little slut didn’t tell me.

Once I trust myself not to throw up, I move to get out of the most amazing bed ever, and I notice my stuff is laying on the dresser. I look in the mirror and almost scream at my reflection.

Oh, God. What if Quick is out there. He can’t see me like this. Shit, how did I get into bed last night?

I look down at my cami and boy shorts.

Who the fuck changed me?

Before I can begin to have a panic attack, my head starts having a pulse of its own, distracting me from my thoughts. I clean up as much as I can and try to look somewhat presentable before heading out in search of coffee and answers.

Once I reach what looks to be the living room and kitchen I realize we are alone. Unless Gus is in the shower with her, we are alone.

Thank fucking God.

I don’t think I could handle small chat with anyone right now. I move towards the coffee maker thanking the gods there is some already made. Halfway through my coffee, Izzy emerges from her room all showered and clean.

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