Page 20 of Your Biggest Downfall
My head was fucking throbbing. My mouth felt like someone had stuffed cotton in it. My bones ached painfully, and it was far too bright in this damned bedroom for it to be morning. Why didn’t I put my blackout curtains up yesterday?
Wait... I shot up and held my temples. Fuck, I regretted that.
I looked down at my shirt. “Shit.” Yeah, that was most definitely not my shirt.
I looked around the room, recognizing where I was.
“No,” I whispered.
There was no way I fucked Austin Hart and lost my virginity to him when I was passed out drunk. No fucking way.
I practically jumped out of bed and pulled at the hem of my shirt, confirming there was nothing in between my legs and...
“No,” I said softly. “No. No.No.”
“Whoa,” a deep male voice came from the door. “No, what?”
I whipped around to see Austin leaning in the doorway. He had no shirt on, and the first thing I noticed was the tattoo on his chest. It wasn’t big, but there was what looked like a moon and a constellation. I forced my eyes up his fucking six-... no, eight-pack, and then to his rumpled blonde hair. His bright blue eyes held so much warmth.
In his hand, he had a glass of clear liquid, medicine, and a bottle of vodka.
“Did you pour an entire glass of vodka at whatever goddamn hour this is?”
“Water.” He held up the cup as he walked toward me and placed it on the nightstand I was standing in front of. “You look good in my shirt, you should wear it more often. I might even let you take it home to sniff when you miss me.”
“Austin,” I chided, then playfully hit his rock-hard chest.
Did all the players look like this? I was in the locker room a few times to make some thirst traps, but when I was at work, I was a professional.
“Ugh.” I threw myself onto the bed, making sure to keep my legs shut. “D—Did we sleep together?”
I was going to blame the booze for the haze in my memory. I didn’t want my first time to be something I didn’t remember, especially if it was with Austin Hart. No. I wanted to remember the entire thing.
Austin chuckled and sat down beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. “Nah. You puked all over?—”
“I vomited on you because I saw my best friend with four guys in three of her holes!” I shrieked and jumped up.
It was all coming back to me. Oh no. This wasn’t my real life. This was why I should have never come to the damned party.
“Well, yeah, but also probably because you had too much booze, but sure, we’ll go with the first thing.”
“This isn’t funny, Austin,” I snapped. “I puked on you. This is so embarrassing. I work for you.”
“Well, technically, I work for you since, you know, you sort of help my career?—”
“Shut up,” I said and let out a small chuckle. This shouldn’t be funny.
“Listen. It’s fine. I’ve been puked on a few times before. Bodily fluids are just... that.”
“Who else has puked on you?” I tilted my head to the side, trying to believe something so unbelievable.
“Well, Evie has vomited on me a couple times,” he said while the corner of his lips twisted into a smirk.
“She’s a fucking baby!” I threw my hands up. This wasn’t helping my case.
He reached out and grabbed my thighs, bringing me closer to him. “But I promise you all I did was help you in the shower and then out of your pukey clothes and into bed.”
I hesitated, but he continued while rubbing small circles along the back of my thighs. “I would never take advantage of you like that, Supernova.”
