Hangover

Monday night found Daisy wasted from Madison's birthday bash. She was only able to recall a few things. How she got to Brett's new apartment however was a memory she couldn't recall no matter how hard she tried to, the next morning.

Squeezing her eyes shut from her position on the bed the next morning, she groaned and placed her head in the pillow, willing herself back to sleep.

The beaded shifted. Warm, firm lips drifted down her bare spine.

"Good morning, my Sunshine."

Daisy hummed. "Why do I feel like you sound ridiculously pleased with yourself?" She muttered.

"Pleased with you, actually." He corrected with a beautiful smile. "You don't recall how you got here, do you?"

She shook her head. "But I have a feeling Ugo has a hand in it."

"Yes, she does. She called. She wasn't totally conscious though. She called the first number on your call log, which happened to be mine."

"Would It have made any difference if she called or not. Your men were all over the place l