Knocked Up

Chapter Four: The Morning-After

Rachel felt like she’d been hit by a train when she awoke the next morning, with the sun shining brightly down on her.

It wasn’t until she realised that she wasn’t in her hotel bedroom that she started to panic slightly wondering what had happened the night before.

“Holy Crap,” she moaned, sitting up slowly and gripping her head, and the sheet to her chest when she realised she was naked.

Rachel couldn’t remember anything after Tara and Karla had told her that they were heading back to the hotel, and then it was a blank until she had woken up.

Rachel looked around her and sighed knowing she would have to find out where she was before she could figure out how to get back home.

It wasn’t until she looked next to her that she screamed and fell out of bed, the man who had been asleep next to her jump up surprised.

The man looked down at Rachel, before he held his head and cursed as he realised what he had done last night.

“Mourinho’s going to kill me,” the man said before he sat back down on the bed wondering if they had been seen by the press.

“Maybe we didn’t have sex… maybe we just slept in the same bed,” Rachel said hopefully making the man snort at her in amusement; he might have been drunk but he knew what they had done.

Rachel looked at him wondering why he looked so familiar to her, she didn’t know much about celebrities in Spain but she was sure that she had seen this man before; she rubbed her head as a headache formed.

“How drunk were you last night?” he asked making Rachel frown realising that she had in fact had sex with him, she suddenly felt a little ill as she thought about Evan and wondered what she was going to do.

The man frowned and looked over at Rachel.

“You don’t know who I am… do you?” he asked; Rachel looked at him oddly but shook her head; she couldn’t bring herself to care if he was famous or not, she wanted her clothes and to get out of there.

Rachel then spotted her underwear, and smiled while the man let out a sigh in relief.

She quickly slipped them on followed by her yellow sweetheart bengaline pencil dress, while the man pulled on his boxers and glanced over at her.

“I’m Cristiano Aveiro,” he said making the brunette nod at him as she ran her hands through her dark hair.

She wasn’t sure what it was but that name rang a bell, she flashed him a small smile as she dismissed the thought.

“Rachel Focker,” the brunette replied as Cristiano nodded his head as he watched her, last night had been amazing for him.

Even if he did have a girlfriend who’d he had been with for a year, it didn't compare to what he’d had with Rachel.

“This is awkward,” Rachel commented as she found her heels but didn’t put them on while she turned and looked at him; Cristiano chuckled pulling on some jeans from his hotel wardrobe.

“We should go to breakfast,” he said casually.

Having decided to make the best of the time that he had with Rachel who looked at him like he was crazy; Cristiano didn’t want to let her go yet not while he didn’t have to.

Rachel didn’t think it was normal for the man to offer to take the woman out after a one night stand that they had shared.

“Sure,” she said shrugging after she checked her phone that had been in her clutch and realised no one would be awake back at the hotel yet and if they were they’d be too hung over to care.