Billionaire's Escort - Page 515

BROKEN #2

Chapter One

Natalie

My eyes fluttered open reluctantly; oh God, they did not want to open. I closed them again slowly, and felt nausea roll through my stomach. I was groggy, and slow to move. I opened my eyes again, and found that I was not in my own bed, though I guess I hadn't been for a week. Still, I hadn't anticipated waking up in Jet's bed that morning. I rubbed at my eyes and considered falling back to sleep, until I realized I was the only one in the bed.

Where was Jet? Why wasn't he sleeping beside me?

The sun shone through the window, and I wondered what time it was. I glanced over at the clock Jet had on his nightstand, and it dawned on me quite literally that it was early. It was 7:30 a.m., where had Jet gone so early in the morning without leaving me a note?

My head was pounding hard, as if little excavators were digging for diamonds in my brain. Ugh, I hated hangovers; they made me regret drinking so much the night before. I would say that I would never drink again after that moment, but I knew that would just be a lie. My throat was dry, and I needed to get some water immediately, and some painkillers, if I could find them. That would have to wait a bit, however, because the thought of moving made the nausea roll through my body once again. I really did not want to start vomiting in Jet's room?that would be mortifying, at best.

Speaking of embarrassment, I thought about my actions last night, and blushed furiously. I must have been quite a sight showing up at Jet's place and throwing myself at him. I tried to remember how good the sex was, and had to assume that in my drunkenness I had made a fool of myself. I had no idea if I had been any good, or if he just got what he needed from it, and that was that.

I had to assume I was a disaster, otherwise, why hadn't he stayed here with me? Instead I woke up alone, unsure of what he thought ... or felt after the night we had together.

God, I was an idiot.

I rolled over onto my side, frustration building up inside of me. Sometimes I allowed my emotions to rule my life, to the point where I made terrible decisions. Benny had suggested a one-night stand would be good for me, that it might help me get over my ex. So maybe I should just chalk last night up to being a step closer to getting over my past. There was no need to worry about the future, or the fact that I made a mistake with Jet. Just enjoy the moment, and the fact that I hadn't thought about my ex in days, and just be happy with that.

Why did I need to get drunk last night?

What was worse was that I had allowed jealousy to propel me into the arms of a guy who would only use me and throw me away. I had thought he was trying to take a girl home for sex, and it turned out she was only his cousin. Why had I cared who it was, and what he was planning on doing with her? I had to stop obsessing over someone who wasn't meant to be a part of my life. I didn't want him to be a part of it, that was the most important thing.

He was just like my last boyfriend. No. Thank. You.

I could certainly blame alcohol for being in the position that I was in, but it was more than that. I had to couple alcohol with stupidity, because that was the only explanation I had for my stupid behavior. Of all guy

s to end up in bed with.

I had to get up and get out of there. I would no longer be crashing at Jet's pad; it was foolish for me to even be there in the first place. Especially now.

I pulled off the sheet and went to get out of the bed, when Kyle opened the bedroom door and walked in.

“Hey Jet, man, are you getting up? I didn't hear your alar—”

I grabbed the sheet and tried to cover myself up as quickly as possible, but how much he saw was hard to determine. My cheeks glowed a bright crimson, and I had a hard time meeting his eyes.

“Oh God, I'm sorry. I had no idea anyone but Jet was in here. Uh, I didn't hear his alarm, so I thought he slept in ... or something. His door isn't usually closed unless he's still sleeping.” He was rambling.

“Or there's a naked girl in the room.” I smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah, or that, too. Sorry.”

“Don't sweat it.”

“It's Natalie, right?”

“Yes, we met last week.”

He looked sheepish, but had no problem with meeting my eyes. “Yeah, that's right.”

I smiled with the sheet wrapped more tightly around me.

“I've heard a lot about you.”

I couldn't help but think that this was probably one of the most inappropriate moments to discuss such things since I was naked under a sheet, and I was fairly certain he had seen more than one exposed body part.

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