Our Little Secret

Chapter 87

Sarah

I wake with the most tremendous headache ever, grunting I sit up and rub my head. Soon I realize that I'm not alone in the bed and that I'm not in my room. I'm in Jack's room and his bed. I grunt again and shake my head in denial. What the hell happened last night?

"Will you stop being so noisy?" Jack sighs tiredly and I turn to look at him. His eyes are half open and looking at me. He's completely naked where he's lying and I realize that so am I.

"Did we have sex?" I'm looking at Jack in fear and throw the cover to the side, only to find out that I in fact have my panties on. However that isn't enough to make me feel relieved, the possibility of us having slept together is still big. Jack hasn't answered me, instead he gave up a grunt and rolled over onto his stomach.

"Jack, answer me!" I demand and swat his bare back. The blow makes all his muscles tense as his body force him to wake. He turns over and stares at me in an annoyance.

"Ouch! What?"

"Did we have sex?" I urge and meet his stare with my own.

Jack grins at my question. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He remarks cockily.

I huff with fury and start to climb over him out of the bed, covering my breasts as I go.

"I cannot believe you! After all you've put me through you have the audacity to make snooty remarks!" I haste, trying to locate my bra on the messy floor.

Jack's grin goes from joy to horror in a second and he's quickly up and after me. I've just managed to put on my complete set of underwear when he grabs me by the shoulders. He turns me around to face him and search my gaze with worry.

"Sarah, we didn't have sex, it was a joke. I didn't mean anything by it." He quickly explains himself and looks apologetic.

"How can you for a second believe that I'd find that funny?" I ask him with resentment shaking my head.

"Would you for once just use your brain and think?" I snap at him and I see a small part of him flinch. I pick up the remains of my clothes and hurry out the room. On my way I expect Jack to throw some kind of come back at me, but remains silent.

However Jack doesn't stay in my mind for very long because I have much bigger troubles. The biggest being that I can't seem to remember much from last night. I know I arrived to the party with Sam, already quite intoxicated.

Sam introduced me to the owner of the place, whose name I can't remember at all. Did I hook up with him? Or what did happen? And when did Sam disappear with his fling?

A thousand questions scurry through my mind as I try to remember the night before. I fail miserably and can't seem to remember the night after the point that Sam and I were sat in the kitchen among with some other people, I believe Sam know some of them. I dial him once I am back in my own room. Taking a seat on my bed, I bite my nails anxiously while the phone rings.

"Hello." Sam's voice comes out a whisper.

"Hi." I greet him just as silently. "Why are we whispering?"

"I'm escaping from the guy I hooked up with last night and am still in his house. I can't find my pants! And I'm unsure if he tore them off in his kitchen or living room." Sam says worriedly and I can hear him move around in my receiver.

"Jesus Christ, Sam." I laugh and roll my eyes.

"I can't believe you let me go home with this guy! Do you know how non fresh he is? Oh yes, my pants! Like god, he's such a guy." Sam complains and I can imagine the hand movement occurring on the other side of the line.