Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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I woke up much like I'd anticipated.
Head drumming in my temples, an overwhelming sense of nausea and my throat scratching as my eyes peeled open dryly to meet the bright sunshine pouring through the thin curtains and overwhelming the space with its heat.
Slamming my face into the hard pillow with an annoyed grunt followed quickly, wanting to curl up in bed and try to forget the events of last night. It was utter chaos after I'd left Harry in that office, finding Jasper quickly at the bar exactly where I'd left him. The bartender continued to supply the same drink that I quickly learnt had so much tequila in it that I was surprised I wasn't on the floor.
Supposedly Jasper hadn't gone far from me originally, only moving a few seats up the bar to give me some privacy while I talked to Sugar but I'd disappeared into the crowds so he'd been searching for me. Luckily though, he was there and we decided to get wasted in the hopes of blurring any anxieties.
Thankfully, I didn't see Harry again last night as he seemingly disappeared into the night but I wasn't complaining as the night morphed quickly into early morning and Jasper slung his arm over my shoulder as we both wandered to find a taxi home.
We managed to wake Kacey and Dylan when we came shouting our way into the apartment after I dropped my keys multiple times trying to get us in. I vaguely remember Kacey tucking me into bed like a toddler and making sure I knew there was a sick bucket beside the bed in case I needed it all the while Dylan stood watching with a face of thunder.
I don't even want to think about dealing with him today.
I know he put Jasper to bed but stood watching over me and Kacey until she left and sent him back to bed, I assume he didn't come back because I passed straight out sprawled out like a starfish and slept with ease, waking up in the exact same position.
But I didn't want to leave the cosy warmth until the unavoidable bubble of sickness washed over me, head lifting quickly so my mind span and I thankfully leant enough over my bed to throw up into the bucket Kacey had left for me.
I'm never drinking again.
Clearly, the sound of my gagging and spluttering caught some attention as my bedroom door slowly creaked open so with the bucket clutched to my chest I peeked up to look at Jasper standing in the doorway looking beyond fucked. He has mascara smudged under his eyes, lips jutted out in a pout and the clothes from last night hanging off his body.
Instead of talking, he groans, sulking forward with a sad face as he holds out a bottle of water in my direction which I take while he crawls into my bed. I squish water around my mouth before spitting it into the bin, taking some gulps of the cold liquid in the hopes it helps ease the headache before I get some medication in me.
My eyes flit back over to where Jasper has decided to make a home on the otherside of my bed, bundling himself up in the sheets so I can just see his tired face as he looks up at me through exhausted eyes.
