Gracie Freaking Hall

The Three Furies(Pt.3/3)

*Warning, bottom half  contains mature content

Belinda

My head pounded as the light seeped through my window. "Ugh," I groan as I sit up from my bed and look for some hangover medicine. I always kept a few pills in my drawers, knowing most mornings I would need them after the late night outs. The good thing, after a pill and some water, I was good as new. Perks of being young and beautiful. Never having to buy drinks and never having to worry about overdoing it.

However, this morning was different. For starters, there was someone in my bed. No one gets to sleep in my bed beside me. Instead of being nice and shaking him awake. I put my feet on his stomach and shove him off the bed.

"Belinda, what the hell?" the guy roars from the ground. So he knew my name? Interesting.

He finally stands up and the duvet that was once wrapped around him falls to the floor. I look at the 35-year-old man and sigh in relief. He wasn't a poor decision I made last night. The poor decision I made last night was to let him sleep here. I look over him with a grimace. He wasn't ugly, not at all. He was still fit with a toned upper body and defined muscles in his stomach. He had light brown eyes and black hair. I knew he died, seeing as he was graying with all the stress of being a doctor. My eyes roam down to his boner. I look away because- whoa- I did not need to see that this early in the morning. Mainly because he wasn't supposed to be here. I stand up, just noticing I am fully dressed in the same attire from the memorial service.

I remember hitting the bar, Rusty's, after the memorial service and knocking some drinks back, but that didn't explain how he got here.

I can see Tom chuckle at me as he gets back on the bed. I glare at him. I wasn't too happy he found this funny nor was I too thrilled he was still here. With every passing second, I risked getting caught and he did too.

"You called me last night and said I needed you," he explains, the slime never wiping from his face. "The great Belinda Lee was admitting she needed me. Well-" he paused for dramatic effect with a twinkle in his eye, a hand on his chest, and a white grin he added, "I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be here."

I narrow my eyes at him and ask, "did we fuck?"

He shakes his head and admits, "We just slept. Like an actual couple." I can't help but run a hand over my face because Fuck, that makes this worse. Tom outstretches a hand and pulls me to sit on the bed again. He places one hand over my arm and starts rubbing it while looking into my eyes. I stared at him wide-eyed because I was at a loss between kicking him out and wanting to yell at myself for being so reckless. How much did I allow myself to drink last night?

"When I got your call, you sounded plastered and when I got there, you were half passed out on the table, mumbling something about a bitch being back and giggling to yourself in a humorless laugh." He stops his hand movement and looks at me. For a moment, I feel as if the room has gotten colder and he can see right through me. "Are you okay Belinda? You had me worried."

I bite my lip and nod my head with my mouth still gaped open as I process his words. I don't remember much but the hazy memories add up. However, that still didn't explain how he got here.

"How?"

He chuckles and wraps me closer to him. "It's okay sweetheart, I got you. I told them it was an emergency and rushed to be by your side. I'm the one who took you home and stayed with you because no one else was home. I couldn't have you throwing up and choking on it, could I?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Suddenly the door slams and I can hear the heavy footsteps. I stand up abruptly with wide eyes to look at Tom and place a single finger on my lips, telling him to shush. How was I going to get out of this one? I think as I pull at my hair.