Page 13 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“Ford? What’s wrong?” Was that Worth? I didn’t remember calling him.

“Nothing. It’s a wonderful night.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No. Definitely not. Don’t mix alcohol and lawyerling…lawler…work.”

“You’re definitely drunk. Do you know it’s 1 AM?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear to look at the time. “Wow. I should be in bed.”

“Where are you?”

“My street, I think, but all the houses look the same. Which one is mine?”

“Shit. Just stay where you are or go to that 24-hour diner on the corner. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

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When I woke up the next day, I thought I was in hell. It was the only thing that would explain the way my head felt and the fact that there didn’t seem to be any moisture in my body.

I cracked open my eyes enough to discover I was actually in my room. What the hell had happened?

My head pounded so hard I couldn’t think. It took what felt like ages before I remembered going to the bar with Jay.

Oh God, what had I done. I remembered leaving the club with him, but everything was fuzzy once we’d started drinking heavily. How had I gotten home?

He’d bought us whiskey. Was he trying to get me to spill all my secrets? Fuck, had I? I wasn’t usually talkative when I was drunk, but Jay had been…nice. We’d just talked and talked and…. He’d really played me good.

I needed to get up and go to work. I stumbled to the bathroom, fighting the nausea that was making my stomach try to turn itself inside out.

I took a sip of water, trying to add moisture to the desert that was my mouth. It sloshed around in my stomach, and I had to wait before taking another sip. I reached for my toothbrush. My hand shook as I added toothpaste. The second I put the brush in my mouth, I knew I was doomed.

I managed to get on my knees in front of the toilet before I vomited up what little was in my stomach.

“Are you okay?”

I jumped, nearly falling into the shower.

Worth was standing in the bathroom doorway.

“What? How?”

“I helped you get home. Do you remember?”

I had a faint recollection of me standing in the street looking up at all the houses and talking to Worth on the phone. I cautiously shook my head.

“You must have taken a cab home, but then you couldn’t seem to find your door, so you called me.”

Cab. Yeah, there’d been a cab. “I did. Jay….”

My mind was flooded with the sensation of Jay’s body pressed against mine. I was leaning back against the cab. That couldn’t have really happened, could it?

“Ford? What the fuck did Jasper do?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. He put me in a cab.”

“He got you drunk. You never drink that much on a weeknight and rarely on the weekends.”

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