Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞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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I take a large gulp of hot espresso, the liquid energy burning my tongue, but I don't care. I swallow the black, inky liquid hoping it'll chase away the ungodly hangover that causes my mouth to dry up, giving me cotton-mouth and no I'm definitely not referring to the cottonmouthsnake. Has your mouth ever been so dry that your lips stick to your teeth, no saliva whatsoever to moisten your tongue and yet it feels like there's something almost like cotton in your mouth even though there's nothing there?
I refer to that as cotton-mouth - you're welcome... I think. Perhaps you already know that.
Anyhow, I'm also hoping it'll restore my limbs with their natural functions besides noticeable shakes from all the alcohol we consumed, mixing shit up.
I'm a daredevil. I enjoy mixing my liquor but last night. Fuck, last night we tried nearly every fucking ounce of liquor the pub and grill stocked.
It didn't end there.
Nope.
Why would it?
Somehow, we ended up by Jeffery's house - squeeze me, my memory from last night is hazy. I remember most of what went down but the finer details are blurred out for some reason un-fucking-beknownst to me.
A couple bottles of champagne were in the mix, more tequila made its rounds along with some scotch that has being aged for fuck knows how long. Lydia and Jeffery started kissing and I clearly remember cheering them on - not my finest moment.
They disappeared shortly after that - couldn't possibly imagine why.
Alyssa - I think - found a deck of cards and I was all too eager to mix shit up with an on-the-spot-newly-created game that my inebriated, genius brain concocted up.
Strip poker along with truth or dare. It went something along the lines of the person that wins the round of poker is safe, the other three need to remove an item of clothing, reveal a truth that the winner wants to know or accept a dare.
Fuck knows what went through my mind when I suggested this bull especially with our exes. It went surprisingly well if I do say so myself. Alyssa and I got along, Noah and Derrick seemed to push aside their egos, conversing like old friends.
Nothing freaky happened, turns out... I suck ass at poker! Noah and Derrick passed out on the floor an hour or two after. Derrick snuggled Noah's legs - I got the pics to prove it - and Noah kept pushing Derrick's legs off, but they remained passed out. Not long after that, Alyssa and I succumbed to the alcohol before we got the chance to remove the cards or put any clothing on.
It was a rough... Interesting night.
"Miss Hues, are you ready to go over the contract?" I sip the last drops of my delightful espresso, the bitterness coating my tongue not enough to expand my attention span that mirrors a goldfish.
