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Chapter 4
Hammers pound the interior of my skull, so I keep my eyes closed while listening to the sound of running water. My brows furrow.
What happened last night?
Pain stabs through my brain, sharp and sudden as lightning, as I try to recall any details.
I let out a groan as I reminisce—Brian's party.
My best friend called me yesterday, asking me to come over. He was having a party, and I was sitting behind my desk in the office, trying to distract myself from thinking about a certain woman. His party had seemed like the perfect distraction.
Distant, muffled footsteps are coming closer to me, snapping me back into reality, and before I can open my eyes, someone sits on top of me.
"Good morning, handsome."
What?
Two small, warm hands slide down my naked chest, and a moment later, those slender fingers wrap themselves around my morning erection.
"Looks like someone is ready for a morning workout."
My eyes jolt open when teeth bite my nipple. A body with a bunch of long, dark-brown hair travels towards my cock.
"Emma?" My dick gets rock hard until the woman lifts her head.
"If calling me Emma is what makes you this hard, I don't mind."
I stare at the woman on top of me as she continues her way south, and when my brain catches up with what's going on, I react.
"Get the fuck off me!" I push her sideways and jump to my feet, but the sudden movement makes the inside of my head explode. I close my eyes for a moment and rub my temples. What the hell did I do?
Fractions of the night before flash in my mind. Whisky, music, annoying women. Shit.
"Come back to bed, Nick."
I open my heavy lids and turn towards the voice. A pair of mouse-gray eyes study me. The brunette lifts herself onto her knees, and when she drops her towel, my brain isn't able to compute what's in front of me, and I clench my eyes shut once again.
"Meghan, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Are you saying you don't remember what we did? A shame, babe. Because we had a pleasant time."
No, no, dammit. What did I do?
This isn't my bedroom. This is one of Brian's guest bedrooms. I run my fingers through my messy hair as I join the dots in my head. Okay, I got drunk last night. That much is obvious. But I haven't been drunk for over a year. What was I thinking?
Meghan is sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, staring at me. Her lips show a devilish smirk, and her eyes are leering at me as I search the ground.
"Where are my boxers?"
"These you mean?" I lift my head to find Meghan holding my underwear in her hand.
"Yes." I snatch them from her fingers and swiftly put them on.
"No need to hurry. I enjoy nothing more than a large, hard cock to wake me up in the morning. Come on, Nicky. Let's have fun," she coos.
I give Meghan a scowl that screams fuck off. My head's killing me, but I need to get the hell out of here. Picking up my scattered clothes, I spot the clock on the wall—11 am.
Fuck. I have two hours to get my act together.
