The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 9

My bed moved and I jerked awake wondering who was in my apartment. However, when I saw Harry's grumpy morning face while he walked over to the bathroom, I rested my head back on my pillow and felt it throbbing. The pulsing beat coursing through my veins went from my head all the way down to my toes and I curled back in the warmth of my previous spot in the bed to find solitary comfort.

All I wanted to do was sleep for the rest of the day. I didn't want to go to any more parties or events. I just wanted sleep...and possibly watch multiple seasons of Friends.

"Here," the bed moved again and Harry was leaning over me with a cup of water. "Take this," he handed me the cup of tap water, and what I assumed was pain pills were placed in my outstretched hand.

I threw the pills in the back of my mouth and took a sip of the water before downing the entire glass.

"How...what happened last night? We didn't..." my eyes widened and I doubted any sort of self control I would have had drunk with him nearby.

"Do you want me to tell you what you want to here or what really happened?" He smirked and raised his brows.

I turned away from him and tried to remember it. The last thing I could reflect on was breaking the vase from the lobby. Shit, we probably did fuck. I closed my eyes and hated myself deeply. Did my vagina feel any different? No, not really.

"Nah, I'm just kidding. Nothing happened. You threw up everywhere after you were asleep though. I had to change my clothes again," he chuckled posing the dents directly in his cheeks.

I looked at him and started to mumble out an embarrassed apology when he started into a fit of laughter, "Yeah that was a lie, too."

Angry, I hit him in the arm with my groggy voice cursing at him due to my extremely sore throat from all of the alcohol last night. "Fucker."

"Hey, hey, hey, no need for name calling," he laughed and stood off the side of the bed. I rolled my eyes and pushed the comforter off my limbs getting up.

The head rush was almost enough to send me back into the warmth and stability of the bed, but I continued my path to the door.

"You're leaving?" Harry asked taking the shirt from the nape of his neck and removing it from his torso. I stared as he did so and begged for my eyes to catch up to my brain. I knew then after the many years I'd been with other men, that not all guys look as sexy taking off their shirt as the man doing so before me.

"Mhm," I nodded and gave him a small smile. "Thanks for taking care of me. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime," he walked to the door without his shirt on and I stumbled away from him fumbling with the handle. When it opened, I walked out with my face flushed to meet Vince and Ian standing at the elevator right in front of Harry's room.

"Wow wow wow!" Vince smirked with his beautiful white smile and glorious tan making his teeth seem luminescent.