Gabrielle
I missed many things about booze. Hangovers and partial amnesia weren’t on that list. Looking around me, I realized I wasn’t in my bed, and I had no recollection whatsoever how I ended up in a stranger’s bed. Panic surged through me when I lifted the sheets and saw I was wearing a t-shirt that wasn’t mine, and I almost tripped out of the bed when I touched between my legs, hand to pussy, discovering the foreign t-shirt was the only thing I was wearing.
My head banged so hard as I tried to jump out of the bed that I had to sit back down instantly. Almost losing my shit, I glanced at the nightstand. There was a bottle of water, paracetamol pills and my glasses on top of a sheet of paper.
I put my glasses on and read the printed words on the yellow thing.
DON’T PANIC
Where am I?
Fab’s bedroom.
Who changed my clothes?
I did. You threw up on them.
Have we had sex?
The temptation was strong, but we haven’t. Yet.
Where’s my…?
Phone?In your purse. Check the bedside.
Clothes I threw up on?Laundromat. You’re welcome.
Now what?
You can pretend last night never happened, wait for me to come back with your laundry so we can both go to work on an empty stomach and avoid eye contact all day. OR you can rest in bed where I make you a nice breakfast and tell you about all the embarrassing things you said while you were drunk, laugh it out and maybe you’d like to finish what you started. OR we can skip all that and just snuggle all day. I like snuggling.
P.S. Bathroom is on the left
P.P. S. Tiara loves you.
Your Vivian
Or…Daddy
I hiccupped a gasp, awful flashes of a moment or two when I might for the love of me have called him Daddy, bursting and fading in my head.
As I reread the sheet, weighing my options, the door squeaked, and something came running in. I flinched for a second, but then I realized it was Fabio’s dog. Tiara.
She was so tiny and adorable and licking my toes like she’d known me forever. I picked her up and cuddled her. “Hey, you’re so tiny and cute.” I never expectedhisdog to be toy-size. I was mentally prepared for a Mastiff or a horse.
“Can you tell me what happened last night and spare me the embarrassment?”
She gave a little squeak and something like a moan.
“That bad, huh? I swear I used to be able to hold my liquor better than that, but it’s been a while.” I scratched behind her ears and on top of her head. “I have to know what I said last night, so I guess I have no choice but to wait forDaddy.”
Suddenly, she barked and dashed away. “I guess he’s back already.”
I heard keys and more barking. “Buongiorno, tesoro mio.” His voice came in followed by a door closing. “Is our lady up yet?”
Our?
More barking along with the sound of her paws running back to me. She jumped straight to my lap, while his steps faltered outside the bedroom.
