The Devil is Marvelous

Chapter 18

Melissa^^

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I knew I was awake, but I couldn't open my eyes. Exhaustion kept my body still and my thoughts cloudy. I had a migraine in the left side of my face. What a night. All I remember was dancing at Club Oblivion, taking shots, and...

Puking...ew.

I forced my eyes open, peering around the room. I was not in a bathroom where my last unfortunate memory took place. Rather, I was lying down in a bed in a large room. Beside the bed, there was a circular nightstand, and across there was a dresser, a bookshelf, and a rocking chair with a decorative pillow on it. I squinted at the digital clock on the nightstand, but I was distracted by a small, glass angel that was next to it. I recognized it...

That looks like the angel in one of the guest rooms i've cleaned in the Marvel mansion.

HOLD ON... AM I IN THE MARVEL MANSION?

I shot up, immediately regretting my rapid movement. "My headddd" I groaned aloud. I could figure out why I was at Jaxon's house later. First and foremost, I needed water, and maybe some black coffee. I slowly lifted the covers and swung my legs off the bed. I stood up, adjusting my dress. Damn I need a change of clothes.

The door squeaked as I opened it, the noise aggravating my migraine. I tiptoed into the hallway, listening for anyone who might be awake. When I didn't hear anything, I crept downstairs and made my way to the kitchen. I will just make myself some coffee and text Mr. Lynch for a ride home, no big deal...

As I pushed open then kitchen, I almost yelped from surprised. Jaxon was lounging on the kitchen island, sipping from a mug, scrolling on his phone.

"You're alive" he said, sliding off the island. He grabbed another mug from the counter across from him and handed it to me. Jaxon made me coffee...

"How thoughtful" I grumbled, sipping the hot liquid.

He chuckled, "Someone is a moody hungover"

I shrugged "I've never actually been hungover before." I gulped down more coffee, gagging instantly. "This is awful" I whimpered.

"I've never heard plain black coffee called good" He was watching me intensely, and I tried to ignore him as I forced more coffee down my throat.

"So let me guess..." he crossed his arms "Last night was your first time drunk."

I nodded, and he bust out laughing.

"Will you stop cackling like a hyena" I snapped, "My head is killing me. Loud noises are NOT appreciated"

"Sorry lovely" he smirked. The next thing I knew, Jaxon was behind me with his hands on my shoulders, guiding me into the dining room. He pulled a chair out from the table, so I mumbled a thank you and slumped down. He leaned against the edge of the table, eyeing me cautiously. "You look like you're going to hurl"

"Oh please, I would never hurl in front of you" I groaned. He snorted, shaking his head.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. You should finish your coffee"

"I'm not stupid, Marvel. What's so funny?"

As he gazed straight ahead, I could see his lips curl into a smile. He said nothing, but he didn't have to. It started to dawn on me that maybe I had hurled in front of him. Last night when I was emptying the contents of my stomach into a toilet, someone had been rubbing my back...