Chapter 3: The Morning After

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Now this is one of the things that us certain girls dream about and plan on how it will go smoothly in your head. Not the wedding, but the bachelorette party. 

We had one for Ariel when she married Blake but there was some restrictions with that party. Ariel is ironically a quiet girl and also thought it will be great to invite her mom and Blake's mom to her bachelorette. Needless to say we kept it simple for the sack of Ariel's image with both moms.

However the case may be for that party, it will soon be made up for this one. I am not much of a party girl either yet if one is thrown at me and has my closest friends at the gathering, of course i'm all up for it. 

Currently we are starting the night classic with a few champagnes and a party bus taking us to a lovely place with male entertainers.

As you could probably tell, I am extremely excited!

Dani only wanted Me, Ariel, and Tina to be part of her special night. With just a small amount of us and driver with us through the whole night, nothing can go wrong, right? Right?!

*** 

Something went wrong.

It feels as if my head is bleeding, I should never have accepted that tall class of tequila. With my lack of tolerance of alcohol it might be the stupidest thing I have done. Regardless of my headache, my body is in no ache witch should be good. It probably has something to do with my comfortable bed and its satin sheets.

My eyes snapped open wide. 

My bed has cotton sheets. 

Quickly I scanned the unfamiliar room with wood paneled walls and dark furniture, a complete contrast with my powdered pink walls and white canopy bed. There are a total of three doors, one that was a closet, another having my heels resting right near it, and the finally the scariest one having sounds of a shower and steam coming from the cracks of the door.

I sat up and felt around to check if I somehow swapped bodies with someone accidentally or worse. I sighed in relief as I am still connected with my body and wearing last night cloths. Don't give me that side ways look! Have you not seen Freaky Friday? Things happen.

From last night, I began to remember bits and pieces. I remember arriving at the club, paying a private dance for Daniella, and having fun. I one point we did switched scenes and went somewhere that had a mechanic bull. Obviously I didn't show any limits with alcohol and because of that I can;t really remember the rest of the night.

I saw my phone on the night stand and quickly snatched it up. Somewhere around the time of my lost memories I had a text conversation with Tina.

You: Don not worry sissy, I will be bck tomoore on time for the thingy?;!

Tina: You are totally wasted! lol I know you are safely in your mans arms. Btw he looks pretty sexy from the behind.

My man? Who--

"Babe, you're finally awake," My head snapped up towards the bathroom door that had Casey Daniels leaning against the doorway with nothing but a towel on and water droplets from the shower he must have been taking.

My jaw dropped. A fly might have flown in it but I am in to much of in a shock to notice.

"C-C-asey? Why am I here?"

With his signature smirk on his face he slowly strolled over to me, "I do recall that you are the one who called me, enlightening me that you think I am really, really sexy," He got closer with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. 

Oh goodness no.

"When I went to crash that girls party,  you confessed that you have a huge crush on me since we were young," 

"I wouldn't say huge!" I may have panicked a bit and that was all I can reply back.

"Nevertheless you said it," At this moment he is completely leaning over me, caging me with his arms. "But here is the kicker; I received the best of all presents, you telling me all about the little lie you have told your family about this boyfriend of yours."

I 'm going to puke.

With all my strength, even though I really wanted to quiver and die with embarrassment, I shoved Casey away and quickly ran towards the bathroom. Disgustingly, I was letting go of everything I had last night, into the toilet. Luckily, I reached that far and didn't just let it go in the sink.

Keep in mind that I was feeling a major hangover but these results of being bent over on a toilet had also to do the anxiety I was feeling with Casey.

Hangover and anxiety doesn't mix, trust me.

I felt Casey grab the strands of my hair that were dangerously close to the toilet bowl.

"Tequila, huh?" He said as his free hand began to rub my back in soothing circles.

I chuckled, "Its bad when a drink makes their own type of hangover." He grunted in agreement and placed both of his hands into my hair and began to do those soothing circles.

I sighed. Bless his soul and damn it for being almost perfect. 

We sat there for a few more moments until I felt as If I wasn't going for another round. Thanks to this amazing treatment I began to feel a little better. I flushed the toilet and went over to the sink to freshen up as much as I can. 

I looked at Casey in the mirror and realized he was still wearing just a towel.

"Put on cloths, Daniels." I blushed during the demand.

He began to flex his arms, "I thought you love my body? Thats what you said last night." 

I rolled my eyes, "I was drunk." 

"You know what they say about being drunk."

He shrugged his shoulder as he walked into his room to get dressed. Respectfully, I stayed in the bathroom.

Maybe not respectfully, but for my own sanity. I need time to think of what I did last night and his abs were a bit distracting. I thought long and heard and have concluded: that my drunk self just threw a new problem my way.

"I'll keep your secret," Casey whispered into my ear. I shivered from his sudden closeness. 

"Which one?"

"The boyfriend one," Our eyes connected in the mirror. "I'll keep it on one conditions for something we both always wanted." He started to trail kisses up my neck.

I melted right there but came to my senses when he got nearer to my lips. I was about to push away from him when he placed his hands on my waist to prevent me but his next words is what really made me pause.

"I want to be your real boyfriend." 


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