What a shame.
Crossing swiftly to my windows, I yanked the curtains open with a firmswish. The bright morning sun immediately flooded the room.
Right in Simon's face.
It was the reason I positioned my couch there, after all. To catch the morning sun while I enjoyed my first coffee of the day.
Simon's eyes immediately squinted and blinked before he groaned as the harsh light hit his face. He threw an arm across his eyes as he let out another pained moan.
"Morning, Sunshine," I sang out.
Satisfied I had disturbed his peace, I moved to the kitchen and switched on my coffee machine.
"Fuck, baby, please close those curtains." He had turned onto his stomach, burying his face in mythinpillow.
My breath hitched as I ran my eyes over the strong cords of his back muscles. They flexed beneath his smooth skin as he shifted position. Trust him to look good first thing in the morning after a night of drinking.
I approached him while I waited for the machine to heat up. "Notyour baby. I'm your freakin' wake-up call. Get. Up."
"What time is it?" His muffled voice asked instead of moving.
I sighed in annoyance. "Eight am."
With another pitiful groan, Simon pulled himself up by his arms before slowly slithering into a sitting position.
His legs were spread, and his toned stomach looked annoyingly flat - no after drinking bloat for him. He rubbed at his eyes before scratching his chest and yawning.
"Fuck. I feel like death ran over me."
"Sorry to hear that," I said in a saccharine voice. "But you gotta take your hangover party to Maria's. I'm sure the next girl in your Rolodex is waiting by the phone. It's time to gather your things and head back to Helensville."
Simon squinted at me as he held a hand up to his face, attempting to block the sun. "You sound pissed."
I let out a snort of disbelief. "Of course I'm pissed! I was going to get laid last night. Instead, I had to drag your drunk ass home to sober up. Why? Oh, because you fucked your fuck buddy's best friend, got kicked out of Barron's, and decided to hook up with Lissa."
Simon's hand dropped as a flash of hurt crossed his face. "Barron told you? And I didn't hook up with Lissa -"
"Thattime," I helpfully supplied.
Simon winced before shooting me a miffed look. "She showed up at Malley's. I didn't invite her. I'm sure I was trying to get rid of her." He frowned as he stared down at my carpet. "I think."
My mind flittered back to last night when Simon was attempting to bat Lissa off him like she was an annoying gnat. Instead of confirming, I stayed silent.
"And as for getting laid, there's no way that Walmart-wearing doofus can satisfy you. Let me make it up to you. Just get me an aspirin and an Americano, and I'll be good to go."
He went to stand up before wobbling on his feet and sitting back down again. "On second thought. Get me two aspirins, but you'll have to get on top and do most of the work."
I closed my eyes, pinching my nose, before taking a deep breath until I felt the murderous red haze leave my vision.
"You need to get up and go," I said in a calm voice that I was far from feeling.
"I need to get my shit from Maria's, but she hasn't been answering her phone. Told me to get fucked when I texted her that I was coming 'round this morning."
Before I could respond to that, I heard a key being turned in my lock. There was only one other person who had the key to my place.
No, no, no.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cursed. The blood drained from my face, and I looked around in a panic. I spotted the rumpled sheet Simon had used last night on the floor, so without thinking, I snatched it up and threw it over Simon's head.
