BROKEN
#2
Book
2
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2014 Claire Adams
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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 guys to
end up in bed
#2
Book
2
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2014 Claire Adams
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
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Broken #1 By Clicking Here
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me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
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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 guys to
end up in bed
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