Chapter 2

I woke up with my head pounding dangerously. I groaned as I rubbed my forehead with my eyes still closed. I sat uprightly on the bed and then relaxed but I was naked, I never ever sleep naked. With that thought in my mind my eyes flew open and I took in the strange expensive room I was in.

I tried getting up from the bed with panic in me but ended up falling from the bed due to the duvet tangling with my leg and let out an "oomph." Ouch.

That hurts.

I stood up from the bed with the duvet wrapped around my body and quickly scanned  around the room then noticed my clothes were scattered around the room alongside with some male clothing.

This is all Joe's fault. I thought groaning.

I heard the water running from the bathroom, so the person is probably in having his bath. That should give me time to get out of here. I started putting on my clothes and then started looking for my panties only to find them ripped apart, then the memories of yesterday's event started rushing back. The drinks I had with Joe, dragging her to the dance floor, both of us dancing together until we got sepereated. Then kissing some random guy that started dancing with me. The events of last night got pretty hazy and I can also remember getting into a black SUV probably with the guy from the club. But I could not remember his face.

Maybe that was how I got to his house or hotel or whatever this stupid fancy looking place is. I heard when the water stopped running from the bathroom. I panicked as I used my eyes to quickly scan for my phone but couldn't find it. Since I was in a  hurry I just picked up my purse from the bed side and sneaked out quickly before he came out.

Do not ask me how I got home, I do not want to talk about it. Immediately I entered my apartment, as usual I didn't meet Joe at home, she is probably at work already. I dumped my shoes somewhere and then made my way up to my bathroom. I stripped myself out of my clothes and prepared a bath. After a few minutes and I was sure my bath was ready I sat down  inside quietly as my mind went over the what happened yesterday trying so hard to remember who I went home with. The things alcohol do to you.

The loud ring of our home telephone was what woke me up from the nap I was having. I must have fallen asleep. I swore as I stood up from the already cold bath and then wrapped a huge lilac towel around my body and then padded my feet on the black rug.

I made my way downstairs with the telephone still ringing loudly from the kitchen counter. 'would you stop ringing already!' I groaned as I picked up the phone.

"Yes, Joe?" I said into the phone. Well cause she was the only one who knows our home telephone number.

"How do you know I was the one?" She asked stupidly.

I rolled my eyes before answering, "dummy, it's only both of us who knows the home telephone number."

"Oh, that's right." She replied then followed by her swearing into the phone.

"Hangover?"

"Yes." She groaned one more time and I could see her rubbing her fingers on the side of both her temples. Unlike Joe no matter how much I drank I never have hangover, "not everyone is lucky like you."

"Too bad for you. So, why did you call?" I asked.

"Oh yh right! I have been calling your phone but you have not been picking up."

I groaned as I moved to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of orange juice into a cup. "Yh, long story." I took a sip from the juice.

"Bitch! Don't tell me you slept with someone!" She gasped.

Always as dramatic as ever. When I didn't reply her for like a minute she gasped dramatically again, "ohhhh, give me all the details." She sounded excited.

I chuckled, "you are at work. When you get home."

"But, I have time for-"

"Joe, the boss needs you." I heard someone say at the other end of the line.

She sighed, "okay, you win. Immediately I get home you're spilling all the juices."

"Sure. Bye."

"Bye. Love you."

"I love you too." I replied and then she hung up. I downed the remaining juice in the cup down my throat then poured myself another cup. I went up to my room and then put on some clothes. I wore a black graphic top that belonged to one of my ex boyfriend and a grey sweatpants. I tied my hair into a rough bun and then made my way back downstairs again to prepare what I was going to eat.

By the time I had already finished preparing breakfast or lunch whichever you want to call it, it was already around two pm. I decided to continue to binge watch teen wolf and eat my brunch. I took the cup of orange juice I had poured earlier and my plate of food to the living room and started eating.

When I was tired I decided to at least try to continue my book and this time I actually wrote something, but a different storyline.

It has been a week since the incident in the club happened. The week was normal as usual only that the new storyline I started has been moving well. Immediately I told Joe what happened the last time at the club she has been on my back since the last time, saying she hopes I eventually meet the guy again. In which I do not want that to happen, that is even if I actually remember his face.

I was presently sitting in a coffee shop, with a cup of mocha and a plate of chocolate cookies at my front and my laptop. I had already written the prologue of the new book and two chapters in the span of a week.

That is the fastest I have ever moved. I took a chip of cookie and then I felt the urge to vomit what I had been eating. I stood up from the chair even though I felt a few stares on me. Immediately I entered into the toilet all what I ate came out of my mouth.

I had been vomitting a lot lately and sleeping. Though I did not tell Joe anything about it, because I know she is going to tell me to carry my ass was,to the hospital. And I hate hospitals. I mean, who doesn't?

I stood up from the squatting position I was in and gagged to make sure that was everything. I flushed the toilet and closed it with the lid. I moved to the zinc and then washed my mouth to remove the horrible taste in it. I felt my phone vibrate at the back of my blue boyfriend jeans.

"Hello." I grunted into the phone.

"What's wrong?" I heard Joe's worried voice from the other end of the line.

"I am just feeling a little bit sick. What's up?"

"I need your help." I rolled my eyes.

"With what?" I asked as I adjusted my hair in the mirror and took in my appearance.

"I forgot an important file at home and I really need it in the office right now."

"Where did you leave it?" I asked as I made my way.out of the bathroom.

"On the couch."

I groaned and then replied, "okay, I'll be there in twenty five minutes."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You are welcome." I smiled as I shouldered the phone and then started packing my stuffs into my black tote bag.

"I love you bitch!"

I laughed before replying her also, "likewise."

I got out of the coffee shop but not before I told the girl behind the counter to pack my cookies in a bag for me. I entered into my car and drive straight home. Immediately I got inside my eyes did a quick scan and thankfully I found the file she was talking about. When I was about ten minutes away from Joe's workplace she called me again.

"Please tell me you found the file?"

"I did and I am on my way already."

"Thank you. Be quick please."

"Yhyh."

"My boss is about to chop off my head."

I chuckled and then replied, "chop off your head? I thought you had sex with him."

"Well, yeah, we did. But the son of a bitch said he doesn't want to mix business with pleasure and he never sleeps with any of his employees." I could hear the anger in her voice.

"But he did sleep with you." I laughed again.

"Son of a bitch." She cursed again.

"I will see you in your office." I told her and then hung up. I took the file from the passengers seat and then made my way into the company. Joe has been working here for about two years now, Henry Holt and Co publishing company.

I looked so out of place in my white top and blue jeans with the way her other colleagues were dressed. Some of the few faces that were familiar, I greeted them and then made my way into the elevator.

I heard the elevator ding as it opened and then made my way out of it. Joe's cubicle was the fifth one from the elevator. "Hey." I greeted her as I took my seat on the chair opposite her.

"Thank goodness he has been on my neck for the past forty five minutes." I chuckled as she groaned as she stood up from her table and picked up the file. "I will be back soon, let me just drop the stupid file for him. I think he even has a visitor." She rolled her eyes and then left the office.

I brought out my phone from my back pocket and scrolled through my I*******m feed and stories. I haven't posted in a long time. I had about two fifty followers and only two posts. The sound of joe arguing with someone who I think is her boss and another male laughing, probably at them made me stand up from my seat to check on her.

"Maria, how are you? I didn't know you were here." Philip smiled at me immediately he saw me, stopping his bickering with Joe and did I tell you they once dated.

I gave him a small smile, "hanging in here." I replied.

I started feeling sick again but I did not want Joe and the others to be alarmed so I just excused myself and made my way to the toilet. Immediately I got to the toilet I vomitted all over again, I thought that was all over in the coffee shop! I hate vomitting, it is always like my intestines are about to come out, spilling all over the toilet seat.

I made my way to the zinc and rinsed the bitter taste out of my mouth, again. I sighed as I flushed the toilet and then put the lid over it. I dusted the imaginary dust off my clothes and then made my way outside, well not technically outside, because I hit someone and that someone had a nice cologne.

"I am so sorry." I said when I looked up only to be met with the guy who was with Philip earlier. And what is he doing in the ladies bathroom?

"No problem." He chuckled.

I wanted to make my way around him only to get stopped by him, I raised an eyebrow giving him a confused look,

"you are Maria right?"

"Yeah, I am."

"You," he chuckled. "You don't remember me?" He asked.

"Am I supposed to know you?"

"Yh. You are."

"A week ago, in a night club, you had this red dress on and then both of us started dancing together..." He trailed off sand I eventually caught up to what he was saying.

Oh my God!

You have got to be shitting me right now!

He's the one night stand!