“I don’t know if I can make it to the door.” Victoria covers her mouth with her hand. “Amber, can you get them? I need to—” She runs back to the guest room and slams the door.
I wince, not wanting to think about what she’s doing, because I’m not that far behind.
“I’ll be back.” Amber hobbles away and I roll my lips together to keep from laughing when I see she’s only wearing one high heel. She must have slept in her clothes.
Which has me looking down, because I realize I’m naked and Victoria and Amber just saw everything. Not that they haven’t before; we’ve been friends too long to have any secrets.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, holding out my arms while the world spins. “I’m too old to be drinking like this. Twenty-six is the last birthday for which this much champagne will be drank. Never. Again.” I take small steps to the bathroom, not wanting to walk too fast and risk it all.
I groan and gripe all the way there, do my business, then wash my hands and face. The chilly water against my skin helps wake me up, and I brush my teeth to get the grime of so many bad choices off my tongue. Slumping, I snag my robe off the hook, wrap it around myself, and Amber takes that moment to hold out my coffee as I’m walking back to bed.
The warmth of the cup seeps into my palm and that alone is enough to make me sigh in contentment. “Thank you so much. I appreciate you guys going out with me. It was a good time. Too many bottles of champagne, but a good time.”
“You have almost four thousand dollars that people sent you.”
I almost spit out my coffee. “What? I remember…” I pinch my brows together. “When it hit two thousand? Maybe? Vic really worked her ass off.”
“Consider it your birthday gift. We can go shopping.”
I’m too responsible to go shopping. I always either save money or pay it toward bills. I have a small amount of credit card debt,nothing too worrisome, but I also have a few student loans, and that four thousand would really help decrease the amount I owe.
But Amber and Victoria deserve to spend this money too after they worked the entire club for it last night.
I suggest, “Maybe another day? When my head isn’t banging drums against my skull?”
Amber quickly agrees. “Oh, yeah. Not today. I’m not leaving this apartment. No way could I handle the brightness of the sun. I’m going to drink this coffee and go to back to bed.”
“My apartment is your apartment. I also don’t plan on leaving it today.” I hiccup, then groan in frustration. “I hate the hiccups. How many bottles did we have last night?”
“I lost count?” Amber says, scratching the side of her head. “Don’t make me think too hard.”
I lean against the headboard and set my coffee on the nightstand. “Deal. I plan to go to sleep again soon, then food.”
Amber shakes her head, covering her mouth with her hand like Victoria did. “Don’t even bring up food. I can’t.” She darts away, running to the guest room.
Taking a sip of coffee, I blow out a breath and check my phone again, remembering Mr. Wrong Number popping up on my phone.
Whoever that is. I don’t remember exchanging phone numbers with anyone.
Opening the message as I take a sip, I spew coffee everywhere when I see our texts back and forth.
“Oh my god. No. No. No. No. I did not do this. I didn’t do this. Did I? I did. Oh god.” I keep scrolling, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment at what I was sexting this stranger.
A stranger!
I sent him videos of me fucking myself. He sent me videos of him.
I tilt my head when I open one of the videos and press play. “Oh.”
He has a very thick cock. The kind I’ve always wanted my partners to have. I peer up from my phone to see if the girls are in the living room, but they aren’t. I turn the volume up just enough so I can hear his groans, the way his skin sounds as he strokes himself, the way he gasps and groans for me.
Me.
Someone he doesn’t even know.
“You’d like this cock, wouldn’t you? I wouldn’t be gentle. I would pound into you as I grip your hips. You’d beg me to stop but beg for more. You’d scream for me. Is that what you want?”
I swallow, suddenly warm in my robe. I fan myself after listening to him.
