SWEET, SWEET, NIGHTMARE.

CHAPTER TWO

DANIELLE'S P.O.V

"Wake up"

I hear the voice before I feel the tapping. Who exactly could be disturbing me so early in the morning?

"Wake up!"
This time the tapping is more painful and hurried.

I groan in pain as I sit up on the bed.

WHAT do they say about alcohol?
It is said to induce inhibition loss, enhance poor decision making, and encourage impulsiveness.

So, why do we keep taking alcohol?
The answer is very simple actually. We do so because we always want what is bad for us.

I question my decision to ingest as much alcohol as I had last night. My regret deepens further as the rays of light, which escape from the shielding of the curtains, fall on my face, causing my already banging head to split further apart in pain. Usually, the feel of the early morning sun rays on my face is comforting but this morning, they instead remind me of the reasons why the intake of spirits should be declared illegal.

I apply pressure on both sides of my head , trying to reduce the pain and I utter another guttural sound as a new wave of pain rips through my head. I'm never consuming alcohol; never again.

My mouth tastes like shit. I quickly run my tongue over my teeth in an attempt to reduce the nauseating taste.

"I said wake up" a powerfully deep and manly voice says.

I look up at the source of the sound and I'm gobsmacked by the astounding handsomeness of the guy standing before me. He is styled to perfection. His navy blue suit is obviously tailored to fit his bodice and his blond hair is combed back. The Rolex on his left hand glints as he adjusts the cufflinks.

Of course, I had made bad decisions last night; decisions which I blame on the alcohol. I look under the covers to see I'm in my underwear; at least I had the good sense to keep that on. I look back up to Aphrodite's creation. I don't remember much from last night, but I do not regret having a one night stand with this beautiful man.

"Are you done?" he asks

Realizing I must have gawked openly, I shake my head in an attempt to clear my head and focus; an action that I regret taking immediately as another wave of pain causes me to wince.

"I don't have the time for this" he says.

"I'm sorry" I apologize.

"Why are you still sited?" he asks

Confused by the question, the only intelligent thing I can say is, "Uhn?"

"I'm assuming you're not deaf, seeing as you had a lot of things to comment on last night"

I feel insulted by that statement. Why would he speak to me like that? Like I'm a wanton.

"Look, there's no time for me to watch you glare at me. I need you out of my room, now. And as it seems you don't appreciate my remarks, I'd expect you'd clear off faster"

"What the hell?" I whisper in disbelief.

He brings his phone out of his pocket.

"I admit we both had fun last night but that should not give you an avenue to be clingy. I am not interested in anything more than a one night stand" he says while texting on his phone.

"You must be kidding"

"I don't have the time for jokes. Please exit my room or I will have to induce force"

Boiling in anger, I hurriedly look around the room for my clothing which we had shed all over the room in our passionate haste the night before; a night I will now, unfortunately, regret. I put on my clothes, pick up my jewelry, and choosing not to wear my shoes, I hold unto them.