But with Morgan watching over me, I’m soaring again.
Chapter 18
JAMIE
I am dead. Deceased. A desiccated husk. Every part of my body aches.
I groan upright, head spinning, and wince at the light streaming in from the suite’s windows. I’m on the couch in the living room, and my shoes are nowhere to be seen, but I’m otherwise in my same clothes.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Morgan says from somewhere behind me.
“Unless my prince is here, I’m going back to bed.”
“Not a princess?”
“Either-or.”
Morgan laughs and plops a smoothie onto the coffee table in front of me.
“Have fun last night?” she asks smugly.
“Fuck, I’m hungover.”
“Drink up.”
I take a long draw from the smoothie and nearly vomit as earthy bitterness fills my mouth.
“Oh,dear god.”
Morgan chuckles. “It’s an acquired taste.”
“You drink this regularly?”
“Every day.”
“You must have an iron stomach…”
“Sure. I figured you’d wimp out, so…” She slides me a Gatorade.
“I can’t believe you stooped to buying a Pepsi product for me. That’s very down-to-earth of you. Though, is it an exotic import here?”
She rolls her eyes, and I crack open the bottle, appreciating the familiar middle-class comfort. Normally, Gatorade is too sweet for me, but this badly hungover, it’s a godsend.
When the bottle’s empty, I feel like I can move again, but my head still throbs.
“C’mon,” Morgan says. “We’re going back to the spa.”
I wince. “If I even see a needle, I’m going to throw up.”
“Good thing that’s not what I booked.”
#
Thirty minutes later, I’m in a fluffy bathroom and a spa employee leads me into a massage room.
But Morgan is also there, leaning against the wall as she checks her phone. I freeze. “Is this a… couple’s massage?”
“Cost saving measure,” Morgan says with the same smugness as at the golf course. “A couple’s massage is cheaper than two separate ones.”
