Anger Management

Chapter 29: Horrible hangovers and Disliking kids

It was really warm. Like too warm. Why was it warm? I squint open one eye and instantly regret it. Pain courses through my whole body and I roll over trying to turn away from the bright sun. What was wrong with me? I hear something shuffle next to me and my eyes shoot open wondering why there was someone in my bed. I look over and once again immediately close my eyes, the sun doing its job too well. All that didn’t matter though because they had stayed open long enough for me to find out what stranger had crawled into my bed. Except I wasn’t in my bed, and Ashter was lying next to me. What the fudge was going on? I go to sit up the covers falling down my body before the breeze in the room makes me shiver. I rub my arms and panic when I don’t feel any fabric on me. I open my eyes for the last time fighting against its natural reaction to shut them back immediately. I look down to see me in my matching black underwear set and almost scream. Oh my goodness did I do the- noooooooooo. I couldn’t have. Everything still felt…. Normal…. down there? I peek from the corner of my eye to make sure Ashter is still asleep before trying to inch out of the bed. This was humiliating. I place a foot on the floor and ready myself to place the next one when I hear AShter let out a loud yawn. I freeze and hope he’s just moving around to get comfy before going back to being still. I lose all hope when I hear him clearing his voice.

“Uh what are you doing?” He asks me, his voice sounding kind of scratchy. I don’t answer and instead stand still like a statue hoping he thinks he’s dreaming. 

“Sylvie I can see you. Why are you standing like that?” He speaks again, making me mentally slap myself. 

“I was just going to the bathroom?” After I finish talking I feel more pain run through my body making me grab my temples and sit back down. This was the worst headache of my life. I hear Ashter moving next to me before I feel his warm hands guiding me back down to the pillow. 

“You probably shouldn’t be moving around too much. You did have a couple of drinks last night.” As soon as he says this it's like my brain begins to work again and the activities of last night unfolds inside my mind theater. Once I catch up with all of the things I did last night I feel my face heating up from embarsement. Ugh curse Ashter and his stupid peer pressure. 

“Umm did I really do all that my brain just told me I did?” I ask Ashter as I look up at him meekly through my eyelashes. He simply nods before getting out the bed giving me a full view of his perfectly sculpted body. Ladies and gentlemen it never got old. He stretches his hands above his head making his abs flex causing me to mentally and probably physically drool. I swipe across my mouth just to make sure I didn’t and quickly turn my head in the opposite direction before he can catch me oogling him. 

“So, I’m gonna go get you some pain medicine and some other stuff to help with your hangover. Don’t move. I don’t need to come back to see you lying on the ground helpless because you thought you could walk.” 

“How do you know I wouldn’t be able to walk?” I ask defensively sitting back up a frown on my face. I see him glance at my chest making me roll my eyes and pull the cover back up. 

“Because Sweetheart. When it comes to this I am the master and you are the noob. Also you are a horrible lightweight and you’re probably in a lot of pain right now judging from how well you’re trying to remain upright.” I let out a low growl mad that he knew exactly how much trying to stay vertical was hard for me right now. I lay back down and he lets out a chuckle before hearing him exit a couple of seconds later. I lay there mindlessly looking at the ceiling above me just now noticing the mirror. Why did he have a mirror above his bed? The level of his ego was way too high if he needed to look at himself while he was lying down. For him it probably was nice but looking at myself right now I just wanted to crawl into a hole like the hobbit I was. My hair was shaped odd because of the way I slept due to not having enough cognitive function to remember to tie it up. I could also see dried up crust on the sides of my mouth and eyes. Gosh this mirror was really clear.