Page 64 of Imperfections Seduced
What the hell happened to me? Think…think…think. My brain feels sluggish, so does my body. Like being in a steam room wrapped in cellophane for hours. Let me see, I was with Ava. Yes, I must be at Ava’s. We were drinking… Yes, drinking—drinking a lot. My head! I can’t even shout in my own head without it feeling like the inside of a bell someone is taking a hammer to. I’m going to lie still and take deep breaths.
I think I have a hangover. If this is what it’s like to haveone, I don’t know why anyone would want to do this to themselves. Next time I’m going to leave all the drinking to Ava and Matt; she’s an expert at it.
Matt, he was with us! We were all drinking and doing tequila shots. Never again! Ava’s ass is on her own with that shit. Let me see, we were dancing and…before that, Matt and I were talking—what were we talking about? Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I didn’t. Did I? Flashes of last night are coming back to me. Pieces of the conversation with Matt before the drinking. Dancing and drinking in the club, which was more like dry humping.
Then what? Holy fuck! My eyes fly open, and a flood of light crashes into them. I think I’m blind.
“Oh my God, my head is killing me.” My hand comes up to my face to protect my eyes from the blinding sunlight as I groan into my hand. I don’t know if the pain in my eyes or my head is worse. It’s like they’re merging into one, coming together to make me nauseous.
“Hey, sunshine. Good, you finally woke up.”
I slowly pry my fingers and my hand away from my face to see Nick walking over to me. What is he doing here? “Why is it so bright in here, are you trying to kill me?” I feel like a vampire burned by the sunlight.
“No, I’m not, but I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson. You should remember this feeling the next time you go out with Ava and you start doing shots of tequila.”
“Believe me, I will. What do you mean I finally woke up, and why are you here?”
“To answer your first question, it’s now twelve thirty in the afternoon. And in answer to your second, where else am I supposed to be? This is my apartment.”
“Your apartment?” I crunch up my face, letting my eyes adjust to the light in the room. I look around and realize this is not Ava’s apartment or her bed. I noticesomething else that’s not mine when I look down at the bed I’m in. “Nick.” I swallow and bite my bottom lip nervously, keeping my eyes down. I don’t want to look in his eyes when I ask him this question. “Where are my clothes?”
“I don’t know; this is what you were wearing when you came here. The guy that dropped you off said you two had a hell of a good time.”
“What!” My eyes and my head immediately snap up to see him grinning at me. At the pain that shoots through my head, I press my lips together, grimacing, and a little moan escapes from me. “Mmm...I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
He hands me two white pills when he sits beside me on the edge of the bed. I lean back against the headboard, looking at them. “What’s this?”
Nick stares at me for a second, studying my face as I look in my hand at the pills.
“Something to make your head feel better.”
I look at him skeptically, not because I don’t trust him but because I don’t think two little pills are going to make me feel better.
“It’s Tylenol.”
“Did you forget the rest of them? I don’t think this is going to work for me.”
“You’re not getting any more. It won’t get rid of your hangover but it will ease up some of the pain. Only time will help you feel better.”
“I have a massive headache, and my mouth is as dry as the desert in the middle of the day. I’m surprised I can’t make sand roll out of my mouth.” He smiles at me, leans over, and brushes a lock of my hair out of my face with his fingers. He hands me a glass of water off the table next to the bed. I pop the pills into my mouth, drink half the glassand put it back down. Nick picks it up and hands it back to me.
“Drink all of it. If you want to feel better, you have to drink a lot of water.”
I take the glass and finish it. I want to feel better as soon as possible. “Thank you.”
“No thanks needed.”
“How did I get to your house?”
“You called me. Don’t you remember anything from last night?”
“Not much, it’s all a little fuzzy.”
“You called me from the club. After hearing you talk about orgasmic peeing, I decided it would be in your best interest if I came to get you.”
“Oh my God, did I say orgasmic peeing?”
