Page 28 of Boss of Attraction
“Will do.”
“See you on Monday,” I said.
“See you on Monday,” he replied and closed the door.
After tonight, Monday would be interesting for sure.
11
DECLAN
I was never drinking again.
I was certain everyone had said those words at least once in their lifetime, but I meant them. Holy shit, did I drink too much at Fallon’s wedding or what? I drank so much I didn’t remember anything after dinner was served. But hey, I didn’t puke, so that was a plus.
Luca had been the driver for the weekend because I didn’t think Betsy would survive the trip. After he and Marco dropped me off at my building, I said my goodbyes to my friends and dragged myself up the flight of stairs to my second-floor apartment.
When I entered, Sam was on the couch with a big bowl of what looked like a salad on her lap.
“Oh god. Put that thing away,” I groaned and shut the door.
“Put what away?” she questioned.
“Your food.” I plopped down in the accent chair next to the couch.
She snorted a laugh. “Ah. You’re hungover, my friend.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the chair. “So much that even if I smell alcohol again, I will barf.”
“Nah. You’ll be back drinking next weekend.”
“Doubt it.”
“There’s half an avocado in the fridge I didn’t use for my salad. It’s yours. Make some avocado toast. It will help.”
“Nothing will help.” I needed to take something again for my throbbing head, but I was afraid even that wouldn’t stay down.
“Trust me, it will, but tell me about the wedding. I take it you had fun?”
“Yeah, but I wish I could have sent you a pic of Sean and not just that text last night. I didn’t get a picture of him.”
“What text?”
I finally looked over at her. “The one I sent about how hot he looked.”
“I never got a text.” She reached for her phone and then said again, “Nope. Didn’t get one.”
I sat up, my head swirling with the sudden movement. “What do you mean, you didn’t get one?”
“The last one I have from you is about bringing home dinner the other night.”
I slipped my phone out of my pocket and went straight to my text messages. The room spun as I saw who I’d sent my last message to. “Fuck me. I’m really going to puke now.”
“Why?”
I stood and paced. “I sent the text to Sean.”
“No!” she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
