Beating again

Chapter eleven

Sasha's POV

I will admit, I hate waking up with a hungover. It is honestly the most horrible feeling in the morning, especially when you have to go to work.

I get up and check my phone. My alarm has not gone off yet.

I want to have my coffee, but I remember, I came home with somebody last night.

A smile plasters on my face as the memories of last night start to flood my consciousness. It has been long since I had such a blissful night.

I turn around to find no one in bed with me. I pull the sheets and get up to get a shirt and pants to put on.

I guess Dr. Grayson showed himself out while I was asleep, whatsoever.

I know it somehow disturbs me that he wouldn't want to look at me this morning, but what do I do.

I open the door and walk to the kitchen to have my coffee.

I gasp at the sight of the breath taking doctor, when I reach my kitchen.

He is sitting on a tall stool on the kitchen island, already dressed in his clothes, letting his jacket neatly hang from his fore arm.

He didn't even take a bath but he is obscenely magnificent, and he smells so delicious even from where I am standing.

"Good morning." He snaps me out of my day dreaming with a cold good morning.

My throat feels dry from the hangover and when I try to reply, a croak comes out. "Good morning...."

I walk past him and get two cups fron my cupboard.

"Coffee?" I ask putting down the cups and looking at him for a reply.

"Actually, I have to go to the hospital right away." His expression hardens as he stands up.

"Hospital? What happened?"

Are you alright? He is a doctor so he is going to work.

He raises a brow not answering my obviously stupid question. "Oh, uh... You have to go to work. Okay nice time."

Without another word, he shows himself out and leaves me in the kitchen preparing my coffee.

After taking my coffee, I wash my cup and look around my kitchen. I feel glad it is tidy as well as my whole house, so he got a good first impression of me.

I look at the trash can, and my trash has already piled up, so I decide to take it out.

"You finally got him, huh?" I turn to see Sydrah, leaning her back against the wall and crossing both her arms and legs.

"What?" I act like I don't understand what she is talking about.

"I have met him moving out of our block when I was coming back from my road work." She waves me off.

"Memo for you, I also have cameras outside my unit, so looks like I saw some of the night part too." She says as she smiles and walks away.

I run after her and catch the door before she closes.

"Show me." I say excitedly and she lets me in.

We move directly to the monitors and Sydrah rewinds the recordings.

Oh my God!

My face immediately turns red when I see the heat we all had last night.

Damn! That was so hot. I could watch this whole day.