Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the bed. His voice is all wrong, but if I try really hard, I can pretend it’s Landon’s voice—telling me he wants me and loves me and misses me.
We both fall onto his mattress. He’s saying something else to me, but it’s hard to hear. My ears feel like they’re filled with cotton, and my head is slightly spinning. With my mom out of town for work, I promised her if I drank I would call a cab to pick me up. Looks like I’ll be calling that cab…
As Landon trails kisses all over my body and then enters me, I try to remember how many cups of alcohol I had. Two, maybe three. Something feels wrong. But I can’t quite put my finger on it. My heart pounds against my chest. My body feels like it’s on fire. This doesn’t feel like all the times we’ve made love, but maybe it’s because of the alcohol. Maybe if I just close my eyes and relax, everything will feel right again.
My body feels warm. Too warm. Like it’s the middle of summer and I’ve fallen asleep with my winter blanket wrapped around my body. I try to move, but something heavy is on me.
My eyes shoot open and I take in my surroundings. I’m in a room. Not my room. A guy’s room. There are pictures of sports teams and half-naked women on the walls.
For a split second, my heart feels full.
Am I in Landon’s room?
Then I remember he’s in Virginia. And we broke up. And we haven’t talked in over a week.
Then whose room am I in?
I glance over, and my stomach roils at the sight of the man next to me. Richie. Oh my God, did we…? I look down and find I’m almost completely naked—only my bra is on. And then it hits me. We were dancing and then he asked me to go someplace quiet, and I agreed.
Flashes of last night hit me. Richie removing my clothes. Kissing me. Making love to me… No, not making love, fucking me. I got lost in the moment and pretended he was Landon. Only he wasn’t Landon! Oh my God, what did I do?
Suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, I jump out of bed and race to what I hope is the bathroom. Because otherwise, I’m going to throw up all over the floor. Thankfully, it is, and I make it just in time to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.
“Hey, are you okay?” Richie asks. When I look up, he’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt.
“No, I feel sick.” I throw up again. And again. And again. Not even concerned with the fact I’m half-naked.
Richie leaves and comes back with a cold glass of water and a towel so I can cover my lower half. “Drink slowly,” he says, sounding worried.
I take a sip and the coolness helps calm me, but then my stomach churns and I throw up all over again.
“Jesus, Harper,” he says, losing his patience. “I’m going to wait for you in my room.”
When I think I’ll be okay, I stand and walk back into his room. He’s quiet the entire time I get dressed. Once I’m halfway decent, he finally speaks. “I know you and Landon only broke up like a month ago, but last night was amazing, and I think maybe…”
Oh my God, what did I do? I can’t believe I had sex with Richie, of all people. I can barely even remember it, and he’s calling it amazing…
“Stop, please.” I put my hand up. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but I barely even remember last night.” When his eyes widen, I say, “I just don’t get it. I know I had a couple drinks, but it was more than that… I thought…” Shit, do I say it?
“You thought what?” he prompts, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“I thought you were Landon.”
Richie stands and curses. “What the fuck, Harper? Were you on something?” Then his eyes bug out. “Did you take the same shit Melissa took?”
“No!” And then it hits me that she’s the one who gave me my drinks. “I don’t think so…” Damn it! It would be just like her to think helping me forget means slipping me something.
“Can you please take me home?” I ask, needing to get home and get a shower.
“Yeah.” He nods and grabs his keys.
Once I’m showered and feel somewhat clean, I call Melissa since I have no clue what happened to her or where she is. My head is throbbing, and I swear to God if this bitch slipped me something, I’m going to kill her.
She answers on the first ring. “Hey, chica, what’s up?”