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Chapter 67
I woke up the next morning with a headache but, forced myself to get up when I noticed the clock above the tv in my room, told me it was nearly noon. Standing, I looked at Gia who was still asleep on the opposite end of the couch from me. I stretched as I walked to my bathroom to brush my teeth. There wasn’t much I disliked more than the film that covers my teeth first thing in the morning.
When I made it downstairs, I headed straight for the kitchen, not shocked to see my mom cooking. “Morning,” I kissed her on the cheek as I passed her. I smelt basil and thyme but didn’t bother to look in the pot to see what it was she was cooking. Not a smart move.
“Afternoon almost,” she answered without looking away from what she was cooking. “I hope you and Gia are feeling better.”
I sighed as I opened the fridge. I knew she was talking about the events that happened last night and not our hangovers. “I mean I’m f
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Before Gia could even open her mouth, there was a knock on the door. I look at Gia through the mirror but she avoids my eyes and walks to the door. I squint my eyes and the question on my lips dies when Nico and Max walk through the door. I shot to my feet, “No!” I said stomping toward them, “no, no, no,” I look at Gia with my arms folded over my chest but she only looks at her feet. She knew this was going to happen. “Traitor,” I said under my breath. “I’m sorry, Ivy, but..” I held up my hand to stop her talking. “I said Nico could come, not his big cocky friend,” my eyes grew huge when I realized what I said. The embarrassment got even better when Max started to chuckle from beside Nico who was red in the face from holding back his laughter. “We never did get that far, Princess. How would you know?” Max raised a brow and I glared at him. Nico couldn’t hold his laughter anymore and burst out laughing but stopped when Max’s words seemed to settle in h
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MAX I sat watching as Ivy pulls the guy towards the stairs. He wrapped his arm around her waist and it looked like they not only knew each other but that they had been much closer than that, which made me feel uneasy and I wasn’t sure why. I sigh sitting next to my best friend and his future bride as their faces finally separate. “Do you know that guy?” I ask Gia. She looks toward the stairs just as Ivy and the guy disappear. “Looked like Marcus. One of her ex’s, sort of,” she shrugs and turns back to Nico and starts talking to him. I don't like the feeling in my chest so, I look around for someone to take my mind of it. My eyes sweep past the bar and notice a cute blonde watching me. I lock eyes with her letting her know that I notice her and I am coming her way as I stand up. “How about a drink or a dance?” I ask her as I arrive in front of the bar. I lean a little trying to look casual. “How about a shot and then we can dance,” she s
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I woke up with one of the worst hangovers I have ever had. “Why?” I whined to myself. Pulling back the blankets, I notice that I am in my bed which isn't that shocking. I always seem to get home no matter how much I drink. What is shocking is that I am in my pajamas. I don’t remember putting them on. I do remember Max carrying me out of the club though and if he is the one that changed my clothes, “I will kill him,” I finish my thought out loud.“Ivy?” I hear Gia’s voice before my door opens. “Good. You are up,” she smiles wide at me. I groan and ask her to stop yelling. “Breakfast is almost over and everyone is wondering where you are.”“I said to stop yelling,” I whisper at her. My head is pounding. Gia laughs and runs toward me bed jumping on it. And now I’m going to be sick. “Please,” I beg her, “calm down.”I receive a giggle in return and I gla
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MaxI watched her walk into the room and was shocked that she looked so well. I was sure she would have a hangover but, she looked like she slept well and had no trouble getting up. I on the other hand, slept like shit because I couldn’t get how she felt in my arms, when I carried her to her bed last night. I had laid her down and wanted to crawl in beside her more than I should have but, Gia had taken over which I know was a much better idea.She walked past me without looking at me. I could see her eyes fighting to look at me from the edge though and I smirked a little. Maybe she is as affected by me as I am her. She grabbed a pair of ear plugs and started to put them in her ear before a guy walk up behind her and puts his hand on her shoulder. She turns and I take in her profile. She smiles wide at him and then damnit, she hugs him... tight.The guy is about the same age as us and the way she talks to him with her hands flying and
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