Italian Obsession

Chapter 30

Valentina

I woke up the next morning, my head pounding and realized that I was not in my own bed. I noticed a note on the nightstand and a glass of water with Tylenol.

Hey,

Had a lot of fun last night. I went to work but will be home later. Made breakfast for you but if you're gone, I've written my number down for you.

-Zayne.

I fetched my phone out of my purse and dialed the number that was written on the paper. "Morning."

"Umm, hi."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good, I guess but I have no idea who you are."

"I took the rest of the day off, I will be home soon to talk."

He hung up and I grabbed my shirt off of the floor and noticed my pants were tossed across the other side of the bedroom.

After 20 minutes, I heard a door open followed by footsteps. "Morning."

"How did I get here?"

He smiled. "We met last night, remember?"

"No."

"I saw you at the bar drinking alone and I decided to join you. From there, we seemed to get along and brought you here."

"Did we..."

He nodded. "It was great."

"I have a husband and two kids."

"I know, you told me."

"And I still agreed?"

"Well to be fair, do consider how much alcohol the both of us had."

"I hardly remember."

He chuckled. "Precisely."

"Well, I guess I should head out."

"Wait, you don't want to meet up again sometime and maybe have some more fun?"

"I can't."

"Well, at least allow me to take you home."

"You don't have to."

He shook his head. "I already had your car sent to your house."

"How did you..."

"I have my ways, so may I take you home?"

"Sure."

I grabbed my clothing and followed him outside, getting in his Lamborghini. "Nice car."

"Thanks, I just bought it."

After a short quiet drive, we arrived at my house, and I opened the door.

"Well, it was nice to meet you I guess."

"Likewise. Call me sometime, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

He smiled and kissed me. "See you later, beautiful."

Nodding, I got out of his car and went inside, relieved that Danny was not home. Looking at my watch, I realized that I had to be at work by 9 and had to quickly get dressed, struggling to show up at work being sober.

Micah smiled when she saw me. "Hey."

"Hi."

"How's the hangover?"

"Not good."

"I know, my head hurts a bit too. How was your night?"

"Good, I guess."