Second Chances

Avoidance is the key

Madison

After my run-in with Issac at the bar, I drank to avoid thinking impure thoughts about my ex. Or I danced with Valentina to avoid interacting with him. Either way, I regretted the amount of alcohol I consumed that night. I don't remember anything after my fifth drink or how I got home.

I peeled my eyes open and noticed I wasn't wearing my dress but a nightshirt and panties. Wait. How did I get changed? I didn't remember changing my clothes.

Something stirred beside me. I turned my head and noticed a covered lump lying beside me. I closed my eyes, trying to recover my memories from last night. The lump stirred and groaned. Wait. That was a male groan.

I turned my head slowly to the side as the person pulled the covers from his head. My eyes widened in shock as I scrambled from the bed. I grabbed my head and freaked the fuck out. "Oh, no. No, no, no. This can't be happening."

Issac pushed himself into a seated position as the covers moved from his bare chest and fell to his lap. He rubbed his eyes and face before looking at me with a smile. "Morning, sunshine."

I scrubbed my face with my hands before dropping them to my waist. "What are you doing here, in my bed with me, without a shirt?"

Issac flung the covers from himself as I slapped my hand over my eyes to avoid seeing him naked. "Well, we you got drunk, danced, and couldn't stand up straight. So I helped Michael take you home since Valentina got drunk, too."

I peeked through my fingers to see Issac wearing a pair of sweats and released the breath I was holding before lowering my hand. "Who changed me?"

"I did."

My eyes bulged. "What?"

"Well, I helped. You made me turn around before changing into your night shirt after you flung your dress at my head."

"I flung my dress at your head."

"Followed by your bra. Lace is a nice touch, by the way."

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose to calm myself. "So, why were you sleeping in my bed?"

"I didn't want you to choke on your vomit, which you puked twice, by the way." Issac raised his finger.

Mortification couldn't describe what I was feeling. Issac is the groom of the wedding I have to plan. And we're standing in my bedroom semi-naked after sleeping in the same bed together. Grandpa will kill me when he finds out.

"I would appreciate it if you left my bedroom and never spoke of what happened."

"What? That we slept together last night?"

"Yes." I nodded while biting my bottom lip.

"Okay." Issac shrugged, grabbed his clothes, and left the bedroom.

I sat down on my bed and scrubbed my face in frustration. How do I plan a wedding to a man I slept with? Well, it's not like we did anything. But that's still not the point. People will assume we did.

I can see it now. The wedding planner seduces the groom away from the bride. Grandpa would lose so much business if word got out.

I needed a shower before dealing with this mess.

*****
Issac

I headed to the bathroom to change my clothes and return Michael's sweats. I wasn't planning on crashing at Michael's place last night, but shit happens, especially when Madison got drunk.

I exited the bathroom and headed to the living room to find Michael sitting on the couch and rubbing his head.

"It's nice you got the bed while I got the couch," Michael said.