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VAUGHN
There is an entire herd of elephants parading around in my skull.
Of all the first things to run through my head the moment I returned to consciousness.I hadn’t opened my eyes yet, and frankly, I was almost afraid to once I identified the poundingin my headand realized I had one hell of a hangover.I knew the result of prying my eyelids open—squeezing them shut again and wishing I hadn’t bothered as light sliced through my eyeballs like a laser.Fucking fantastic.
What the hell did I drink last night?Where am I?That was a better question, come to think of it.The bed—my aching, sluggish body rested in—wasn’t mine.I knew that much already, even with my brain running roughly a third of its usual speed.
It hurt too much to think.Going back to sleep and hoping to feel a little more human by the time I woke up again was the most logical conclusion.I wasn’t even sure what pulled me out of unconsciousness in the first place.I only knew a definite glow was filtering through my eyelids.Wherever I was, I slept until morning.
Oh God!Now I’m awake, and it’s all coming back to me.
Vegas.
Dante’s wedding.
Of course.
All right, so that question had been answered.
I’d had much too much to drink while partying downstairs last night, but somehow, I’d managed to stumbled my drunk ass back to the room I’d stayed in all weekend.Glad that memory had finally come back to me—now I can gently adjust my position and let sleep overtake me again.
My friends, Dante and Eleanor, were married now, something I couldn’t quite imagine committing to, but it seemed to make them happy.I wished I could say I was anywhere near as happy, lying perfectly still for fear of my head falling off.
When was the last time I was this hungover after a night out?I thought I left those days behind a long time ago before fate had called upon me to accept responsibility in the form of Dad’s sudden passing.My days of partying until I blacked out were over after the night his heart finally gave out.
My stomach churned, and I closed my eyes tighter, determined to sleep through the worst of this.We were supposed to get together downstairs for a group brunch later in the morning, but the mere concept of putting something in my mouth and forcing myself to swallow ranked right up there with jumping off a building and flying instead of falling.In other words, impossible.
Fuck, this was ridiculous.I had to wonder if any of my friends were feeling the way I was the morning after.We had all done our fair share of partying.Somehow, I had a clearer memory of Aiden than I did of the rest of them.That man was my partner in crime last night, magically refilling my drinks before I thought to go to the bar myself.He was probably in the exact shape I was in—sprawled across the bed, trying like hell not to move, wishing he could sleep through it.
Slowly, I drifted off, succumbing to my body’s exhaustion.
Until a soft snore startled me.
Oh fuck.Because I needed this.Because it wouldn’t have been bad enough waking up feeling like death visited sometime during the night.No, I also needed a stranger in my bed to add a little extra spice to the situation.
Who the hell is she?Dammit, thinking was the last thing I needed to do.My head pounded a little harder with every passing second as I gingerly combed through my memories, struggling to piece the night together.Obviously, things went well, or she wouldn’t be here.But how did she get here?Did we have sex?Frankly, if I were blackout drunk, I couldn’t imagine being able to do much of anything.
What could I do?After a few moments of self-doubt, my options became clear.I could lie here and pretend to be completely unconscious when she eventually woke up.There was a good chance she would be just as surprised as I was, whoever she happened to be.She might take pity on me and sneak out, avoiding any awkwardness.Nobody enjoyed the morning-after conversation when the sudden intimacy that had flared up and consumed them the night before was barely a dying ember.
Then again, she might also decide to wait around and demand answers.Like who the hell I was and how I thought I could get away with taking advantage of her.Dear God, anything but that.The last thing I wanted was my name spread around the media.I would be named a predator in the court of public opinion—people didn’t care about the truth.They only cared about the latest headline they read.Most of the time, they couldn’t be bothered clicking that headline to read the article.How far humanity had fallen.
It wasn’t long before a second option made itself clear.Not an option but a necessity.My bladder would explode if I spent another minute in this bed, hoping to be delivered from the discomfort of a stranger’s accusations.Having my bladder explode would be a hell of a lot less comfortable, and when I looked at it that way, I was able to pry my body away from the firm yet luxurious mattress, gently pushing back the soft duvet before swinging my legs around so my feet could touch the cool floor.
I was wearing my black boxer briefs—a good sign.We hadn’t stripped down completely.Odds were we both fell into bed too drunk to function.Taking one gentle step after another, I rounded the bed, my eyes half-closed against the brilliant Las Vegas sunshine streaming in.Clearly, we were too drunk to think about closing the blackout drapes before falling asleep.In a way, though, that was good.It allowed me to get a look at my guest.
A mass of dark, tousled hair fanned out across the cream pillow like raven wings on snow.She was on her stomach, one arm raised close to her face, while the thick duvet hid the rest of her.I couldn’t get a good look at her, but I did remember a woman with gorgeous black hair tumbling in waves halfway down her back.That was a good start.
She was still out cold, and I wanted to leave her that way for a while, so I continued almost tiptoeing to the bathroom.Not only for her sake, either.If I weren’t careful, my skull would split in two.I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, taking my life in my hands just by crossing a room.
The bathroom light didn’t help matters one damn bit.I squinted against the murderous glare, fumbling with the controls on the wall until I managed to bring the light level down to the point where I could see but didn’t have to cringe away from the thumping inside my skull.
Who is she?What happened between us last night?The questions ran on repeat as I took care of my body’s needs, finally standing at the sink and looking at my reflection while washing my hands.Who was that beaten, haunted man in front of me?The one with circles under his green eyes and a slightly gray color to his skin?My thick, dirty blond hair looked like somebody had taken a weed whacker to it.It stuck out in all directions before I combed it back with my fingers.
Of all things to care about right now, I needed to feel more like myself.There was something deeply unsettling about not remembering what I had done.Back in the day, I could sit around with my friends, comparing notes, putting a timeline together, and laughing throughout it all.Not now.Not when there was an entire casino’s success at stake.Not when the town was full of women just salivating, eager to trap a wealthy man like me.Money solved a lot of problems, and I had plenty of it, but that didn’t mean I was dying to exchange it for silence.
“You look like you’re wondering how you got here.”I’d said that to her, hadn’t I, when I spotted her at the bar, looking around almost like she was confused?Lonely, for sure.She was much too beautiful to be lonely, especially at an event where liquor flowed and people danced in celebration.“Let me guess.Your girlfriends got picked up by idiots who were too stupid to see you were the one they should have chosen.”
