Clay's Unwanted Blondie

Chapter 59

๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙BROOKE ˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑

WHAT WAS WORSE THAN A HANGOVER?

Oh I don't know begging your ex-husband to touch you?

Or maybe the part where said ex said no to you trying to cope a feel of him?

But the thing that ate the piece of the cake was waking up fully clothed in your ugliest PJs with said ex (that you hated but possibly missed his kisses) gone.

The alarm clock that had woken her  from the most peaceful sleep she had ever had buzzed somewhere inside the house.

She pushed the loose cover away from her body standing up with a headache that surmounted the fury of a thousand blazing suns.

By the time she leaned against the fridge hissing and cussing, every thing she had done yesterday with Clay Cervantes came back to bite her in the ass not even the Tylenol by the kitchen counter and the glass of water carefully placed next to the damn pills could erase her memory let alone the migraine.

She had really done it this time, hadn't she?

Oh God, the horror!

What did he think now? That she wanted him back?

That she still loved him?

God, did she love him?

"No", she hissed to no one, her hand on her chest, her breath nowhere near the norm.

Tylenol and a glass of water down and her nerves were racing like country mice in wild grass.

The bastard might have left without saying a word but he sure as hell left a lot back in the house.

His scent was all over her like a warm blanket. She needed to shower asap but showering meant wiping everything of his from memory and that... sounded devastating even for her.

His large palms were still warm against her thighs, his stubble all rough and spiky against her chin, his lips somewhere hovering on her cheek.

How could she erase that? She was a woman after all.

Albeit a scorned one. And hey hell hath no fury like a scorned woman. And you know what a scorned woman did?

A scorned woman went to the shower and used an extra bar of soap to wipe the scent of her ex from her skin.

A scorned woman pretended to have amnesia when it came to the events that happened yesterday.

A scorned woman waited in her living room for said ex with the biggest forced grin that gave even the Grinch a run for his money.

A shower and a change of clothes later, the ding dong sound of the doorbell reverberated into the house like a loud wail.

She straightened her skirt three times, pulled back her hair twice and smacked her lips together like a nervous teen about to taste a boy's lips for the first time.

"Act natural. Yesterday was nothing. I was drunk, he should have realized that. He should have also said something before he left me on that couch freezing to dea--no, no, you do not demand any explanations from him. You don't care. You do not care-"

This time it was a subtle knock on her door and she grinned knowing very well an impatient Mia stood on the other side of the door.

She had missed her daughter and this time it was more than ever because she had a sleepover at Clay's place with a babysitter Brooklyn hadn't chosen herself in the first place.

Sighing, feeling jittery more than necessary, her hand rested on the knob and when she opened the door two pairs of azure eyes glanced back at her.

She didn't have time to pick Mia from their porch because her little girl stormed inside the house without as much as a grin.