L.o.v.e...not the fairytale kind of love...

Chapter One

Mia

I've woken with a bitch of a headache. My brain is pounding in my head like a hammer smashing a nail over and over, reminding me that I would pay for the amount of alcohol I consumed last night. I lift my head and slowly opened my eyes, trying to engage my brain to recognize where I am. This bed definitely doesn't feel like mine. Those sheets are not as soft as mine and why the hell am I not wearing any pajamas?

Oh my God!

I am not home am I?

I lie paralyzed with fear, afraid to move even an inch just in case there's someone next to me. Someone I probably don't know. Someone I intended to fuck once and never stumble across again. And now I'm naked in some stranger's house, tangled in unfamiliar smelling sheets. Awesome! I take a few breaths and ready myself for something I've never done. I can't believe I've slipped, and now I'm waking up next to someone.

I squint and take a look around at my surroundings. I can feel my heavy lids fighting to close again. I concentrate hard on keeping them open wide enough so I can see where I am or who I'm next to. Gray walls with a few black and white photographs hung on them. Huge floor to ceiling windows and that's it. I turn in bed feeling the jackhammer in my brain pounding away and notice a note on a pillow next to me.

Hey, beautiful!

I hope you had a good night. I sure did. ;)

Help yourself to the coffee and all. Some people have to work Saturdays. ;)

Catch you later!

Jason

I exhale a breath of relief. Thank God! I'm at Jason's and not some random hookup jerk from the bar. I'm pissed at myself. I'm pissed beyond words because I never, ever, let them take me to their place. For one, I don't like to drag my ass home after good sex and two, I'd rather watch them leave.

You know what I mean, right?

There must have been tons of patrons at Pandora last night if I let Jason drag me here. Yeah, I can remember some of the pieces of the puzzle that was last night. Tequila, dancing, more tequila, dancing, Jason's hands all over me. More tequila and I guess that's all I can remember. Gosh, I have to stop with that tequila shit. I need to stick to wine, at least that way I will wake up in my own bed!

I force myself out of bed and move around to collect my clothes which are scattered all over the room. I dress quickly in yesterday's clothes and walk out into the huge open-space kitchen combined with a living room. By the look of this place he's doing well for himself, I suppose. Don't ask me what he does, some marketing shit I think. I never really listen when he starts talking about his job, I simply don't care. He's a good hookup and that's all. Some nights, I'm just not in the mood to flash my smile or go through all that unnecessary talk in order to get laid, and he's always there when I'm like that. Well, he's always around anyway as he's my roommate's brother. And, no, Emma does not approve of our little rendezvous that we have from time to time, but really what choice does she have? None! I don't judge her sleeping habits and I don't take shit from anyone about mine. Period.

I gather all my stuff and lock the door behind me. Of course, I head for an emergency exit not for the elevator as I realize I'm on the thirty-sixth floor. I hate elevators. I hate small spaces and I don't understand how two metal ropes can pull you up and down without asking for tragedy. No, thank you. I'd rather walk down the stairs.

Once in the cab, I try to relax and push away my hangover while scrolling through a few texts on my phone.

Emma: Where the fuck are u?