Page 91 of Clinch'd

“You owe me three orgasms.”

Rolling over with a groan, I clench my aching head and will back the bile burning in my stomach.

Shit, I really did it this time. What the hell happened?

Wait. No, oh fuck no.

Did I tell Cooper fucking Jackson, he owed me orgasms before passing out in his arms?

“You’re awake.”

Flipping open one lid, I spy Cooper standing in the threshold looking freshly showered and wide awake. He also looks fuck hot in sweats and no shirt, his chest glistening. Did he just get out of the shower?

Shit. Well, I guess I can confirm, I did indeed pass out in his arms. But what the fuck am I doing here, wherever I am.

“Well? How’s the head?” he asks cheerily, setting a glass of water by the bed.

“Not so loud?” I moan, closing my eyes against the sound and his fucking dick in my face.

Does god have any fucking mercy?

“Oh? Am I being too loud?” he chuckles.

With a murderous glare, I sit up ever so carefully and mutter, “Where am I?”

“My house.”

Okay, not surprising but now I know where I am at least. Why he brought me here instead of leaving me to my own devices is anyone’s guess.

“Right. I’ll just get out of your hair,” I say quietly, glancing around for my purse.

Except I don’t see my fucking purse. Searching back over the events of last night, I try to recall the last time I saw it but frankly I don’t remember after the first few shots.

No purse means no phone.

“What’s the rush? Don’t you want to visit with Lorri?” he mocks.

“Ha ha. Funny,” I mutter. “Do you have a phone?”

“It’s in the living room but you should wait for Lorri.”

“Why?”

“She has news for you,” he says quietly.

My already roiling stomach bounces around as I look up at him and say, “News?”

“Yes, news. Drink your water. She’ll be here soon,” he says, turning to the door before I can get a read on his expression.

“I don't want to see Lorri. Can you just, I don’t know, call a cab?”

Except shit. I don’t have my purse. “Or Beast?”

I have no clue if Beast will even answer but I have no clue where I am and I have no one else. Pathetic that.

“Beast can wait,” Cooper says frigidly.

“Look, you don’t understand. Lorri and I aren’t speaking right now,” I say, whimpering when my agitated tone sends a slice of pain through my head.

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