“Your divorce lawyer? I guess that’s how you paid him. And you think I’m sick.” I shake my head.
“You’re screwing a child, Liam.”
“She’s legal!” I roar and succeed in digging myself deeper into this hole. She’s going to sell me out. I need to stop her. I need to protect Flynn and my job.
“Name your price and get the hell out.”
“Half a million and you have my word that I’m out of your life for good.” With a sickening grin, she struts out of the room. If I didn’t already shatter my glass, I would now.
“FUCK.”
Fourteen
Flynn
Birds and sunshine must be elements created by the antichrist. In my last life, I must’ve been nocturnal, because fuck this shit. My head is throbbing, but it’s nothing a little hair of the dog can’t fix.
I’m face down on the Airbnb bed and when I lift my head, I notice my sister is sitting on the bed beside me, staring at me. She’s holding two cups in her hand and I pray they are both coffee and that one of them is for me.
I lean up on my right arm and stretch out my left one in a silent demand for the cup of Joe.
“Christ, cover yourself.” The sheet had fallen to display my nakedness. I sleep in the nude—sue me. I tug the sheet up around my torso and pin the fabric under my arms.
“Happy?” She leans over to hand me the cup and I drink it back, happy it’s merely lukewarm and that the bitterness helps to clear my head. “I’m surprised you’re sitting upright this morning.” Carson is a lightweight on her best day and last night was far from her best.
“I got it out of my system last night.” She shudders. “How are you feeling? You hit it pretty hard last night.” Her tone conveys disappointment and I feel like I’m one of the guys in The Hangover, missing half of the story. What the hell happened last night?
“I’ll be fine.” After several awkward moments of scrutiny, I snap. “Why are you still staring at me?”
“Do you remember anything from last night?” I think it over. The last thing I remember is calling Liam and the cunt answering his phone.
“My boyfriend’s ex answered his phone last night when I called.” My pissy mood explains my fuzzy morning. I don’t even latch onto the fact that I just called him my boyfriend.
“I don’t know anything about your relationship, but maybe you should’ve let him explain before reacting the way you did.” I grit my teeth at her holier than thou speech.
“Exactly. You don’t know anything about it. Save your judgment for someone else.”
“All I’ll say is, even if he cheated, it doesn’t mean you had to too.” She gets up to leave, but I stop her.
“Wait. What are you talking about?” I already told her I have no idea about what happened last night. I need her to fill me in.
“After you came back from the bathroom, it was very clear how pissed off you were. You did a bunch of shots before paying for a private room for one of the dancers. You took some of the girls with you, so I wasn’t worried. I left and came back here around one and you stumbled in around five this morning mumbling about missing panties and coke.”
Shit.
Well, for one thing, I didn’t have underwear on when I started the night, so I’m not worried about that. I don’t feel like I’ve been fucked, but maybe the stripper had a small dick? Unless I hooked up with one of the chicks behind the bar. Either way, if anything happened, I fucked up.
“Did I go back to the room with a girl or a guy?”
“It was a guy. One of the strippers.”
“Did you happen to see his dick?”
“Excuse me!?” Her eyes turn into saucers and judgment screams loud and clear all over her face. I’ll take her answer as a no.
If I took some of Liv’s friends with me, I’m sure nothing happened. Although, an audience has never stopped me before.
“Knock knock!” Before I can ask any more questions, the door swings open and Olivia is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on the other side. She strolls into the room and I’m surprised she’s not nursing a killer hangover this morning.
I throw the covers off myself and grab my bag before heading into the bathroom. “Shit, sorry!” Liv squeaks as embarrassment reddens her cheeks. I ignore her and let Carson deal with her while I get dressed.
I opt to take a shower in hopes the water will rinse away the remnants of my wild night, but I’m also praying the water brings clarity. It’s not like Liam and I are dating, but he made it pretty clear he doesn’t want me sleeping with anyone else. I don’t even want to sleep with anyone else. Well, sober me doesn’t want to anyway; drunk me is a whole different bitch.
After my scalding hot shower brings no clarity whatsoever, I pull on a casual long-sleeve black dress with buttons at the top. I leave them undone, let one side fall off my shoulder, and pull my sleeves up my forearms.
Now that enough time has passed and I’m sure everyone has gone out to brunch or something, I walk back into my room. I discover that I’m not so lucky.
“Oh, you’re still here.”
Olivia has taken up post on the edge of my bed, facing Carson who is still cross-legged on her mattress.
“Yeah, I wanted to come talk to you about last night. I hope you’re not still mad at me.”
“Mad at you? For what?” Maybe she has some insight into
