Page 119 of Fame & Chaos

My head is aching.

Not just aching…

Fucking pounding.

The kind of hangover where it feels like someone cracked my skull open and filled it with broken glass and regret. I groan and roll over, letting my arm flop out beside me, only for it to land on something warm and soft that lets out a muffled “Oomph.”

My eyes fly open instantly.

Fuck!

A woman is lying beside me.

For one stupid fucking second, my heart leaps because she’s brunette, but her hair is covering her face.

Then panic slams into me.

Slowly, I reach over and move the hair aside.

Sasha.

From the after-party.

Double fuck!

I rub my hand over my jaw while trying to piece together what the hell happened last night. Glancing beneath the blankets, I instantly spot two naked bodies tangled in the sheets.

Mine…

… and hers.

Then my gaze lands on the bedside table.

A used condom.

An empty wrapper ripped open beside it.

Triple fucking fuck!

I collapse back onto the mattress while guilt crashes over me like a tidal wave. Last night I was supposed to be making love to Indi. Instead, I came home and fucked a complete stranger.

Nice one, you absolute tosser.

I should have known drowning myself in whiskey was a horrific idea.

Beside me, Sasha groans softly and grabs her head before blinking her eyes open slowly.

She spots me and smiles sleepily. “Well, good morning.”

“Yep,” I mutter flatly.

Christ, I feel sick.

No wonder Indi’s terrified I’ll cheat on her or get distracted by other women. Look at the absolute bullshit I’ve gone and done.

“We drank so much last night,” Sasha says with a quiet laugh.

“A whole fucking lot.”