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🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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My head throbs painfully. My body is aching abnormally. It feels like my eyes are filled with the roughest sand and there's this horrid, godawful taste in my mouth.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth and I groan but I feel the groan in my head, and I stop producing the agonizing sound.
I am never drinking again!
Ever!
Okay, that's bullshit.
Everyone in the history of humankind who awoke with a massive hangover has sworn to sobriety.
They swore to never touch a drop of alcohol again but that very same night, what do they do?
They drink.
Not everyone will drink the same night, but you get those crazy fuckers, the real daredevils who'll do it.
I can't talk. I've done shit like that before, but the hangover wasn't as bad as it is now.
I pry my eyes open, grateful for the drawn curtains blocking out the sun – is it even morning?
Where the fuck am I?
Am I naked?
I lift the white duvet and sure as shit I'm naked. Hazy flashes of the night before flicker in my memory and I look to my left and yeah, there's a guy. At least I didn't go to town on myself.
And I'm back to the questionable life choices, what's new.
Black hair falls haphazardly across his eyes, and I remember running my hands through his hair when he left sloppy wet kisses down my neck in the elevator. Black stubble decorates his chiseled jawline and dusts across his high cheekbones. I can see why I ended up here.
I'm not gonna lie, he's good-looking and my pussycat must've been starving. The sight of Noah does things to my body that usually requires physical contact. I obviously had way too much to drink – you don't say – and I gave in to my body's desires. How could I not when the liquor lowered my inhibitions.
Whokay – not a word, I know – what even... That's just... No. I'm being a disgusting human being who wishes she could erase her own thoughts sometimes but nope, not possible. Once you think it, it can't be erased and forgotten.
Moving on, I never planned to end up in someone's bed. I didn't want to do this shit at Dane and Nay's wedding. I really didn't. I was meant to bring a date, but he broke up with me over a quarrel and a 'minor' misunderstanding – lies.
Soft snores emit from his thin parted-lips, and I remember staring at him sucking my nipples into his mouth. I also remember him ripping a condom rapper open with that very same mouth. He came prepared.
Does any of this even matter?
I should be searching for my clothes and getting my ass outta here, not staring at a man whose name I can't seem to remember.
