A Lover To Him

Chapter Eighteen, The nerve this man has

Groaning loudly, I open my eyes to see that I'm lying in a bed, my own bed. For once, I don't wake up from the sun shining through the window because someone closed the curtains last night. I'm not sure who did it, but it wasn't me, considering how drunk I was last night. I'm quite sure I don't think about closing the curtains when I'm drunk. That's one of the last things on my mind when I'm drunk.

I sit up straight in my bed, feeling a headache appear immediately. It's almost a miracle that I see a glass of water and an aspirin standing on a little tray on my nightstand. A little note is lying next to the tray, right before my alarm clock. Then I realize that my alarm clock didn't even go off this morning nor did I wake up from it. I must have either slept through it or I didn't even turn on the alarm last night, which would make me very late for work right now, considering its almost noon.

Good lord, how did I let this happen?

I quickly grab the aspirin and the glass of water, hoping my headache will disappear soon. I can't think straight when I have this bouncing in my head, and I really have to keep my head up during work. God, I probably have some minor surgeries to do and procedures to follow, and I have to be able to think clearly or I'll mess something up.

I get up quickly, grabbing the note as I walk towards my bathroom to take a quick shower before I get dressed. My room is an absolute mess with clothes lying everywhere except for in my closet, and I almost trip over a pair of sneakers that somehow ended up in the middle of the room. My eyes quickly scan the written note as I try to maintain my balance.

Mon Amour,

Don't worry about getting late to work, my love. I called in sick for you last night.

Enjoy your free day, and I'll see you soon.

Yours,

Caine

I feel myself relax a bit as I read the text, walking back to my bed. My heart melts at the little note he wrote for me, and I realize how sweet he can be if he wants to. He even called in sick for me because he knows how sick I always feel after I drink too much. He remembered that I always sleep through my alarm after a night out because I'm just too tired to even hear something.

I get out of bed, leaving the note in the drawer of my nightstand to make sure I don't lose it in all of the mess I made of my bedroom. I walk towards the kitchen and see that all the lights are on, showing that Dylan is also awake. I can hear some sounds of the television in the background, coming from the living room. Based on what sounds I hear, I know Dylan must be watching the news or something. It's something she does almost every morning, drinking a cup of tea or coffee before having breakfast as she watches. 

I, on the other hand, am not interested in the news nor do I watch it. Sometimes, I have to watch it with Dylan, but I always find it pretty boring. That doesn't mean I don't care about what happens someplace else, I just find watching the news a very boring activity. 

I walk over to the refrigerator, thinking about what I'm having for breakfast this morning, and that's when I notice myself in the reflection of the oven. I'm wearing a shirt that's way too long and big for me with a pair of short sleep shorts under it. The shirt covers my shorts entirely, but it's barely long enough to call it a dress. The smell of Caine's fresh and masculine aftershave hits my nose, and a small smile appears on my face. I can't remember having one of his shirts at my place, but he might have dressed me in his shirt last night after he brought me home. 

I can't remember much about last night, there are black holes in my memory, but I know that Caine took me home. He was sweet, caring, and patient with me, and he got me ready for bed. He wiped off my make-up, made sure I had a glass of water, and he made sure that I was taken care of. He made sure I was perfectly fine to leave behind, and that I would sleep well.