Bound to Break (Bound to series Book 1) by Tonks Rachael

Author:Tonks, Rachael [Tonks, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Published: 2019-01-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Leo

My bleary eyes open and instantly close again. The brightness that streams into the room is blinding and I turn, planting my face into the pillow. My morning wood presses painfully against the mattress. I reach down, trying to adjust myself. Fuck, it’s rock hard this morning. I lift the sheets, dip my head, and take a look at what the hell is happening.

I’m completely naked.

What the actual fuck?

I glance to the floor where I see my clothes all across the floor. Using my hands, I try to push myself upright, but the whole room spins and I let go, falling flat on my back.

I let out a groan, bringing my arm up and covering my watering eyes.

Getting drunk last night seemed like such a good idea. Now, I’m not so sure.

My eyes start to drift shut and I don’t fight it. Sleeping off this mother of a hangover is all I can do right now.

A thud at the door startles me awake. I jerk up but instantly regret it.

Yet more light enters the room as the door to outside opens.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Liza strides over to me, holding a tray in her hands. Her heels click loudly on the wooden floor. I wince at the pain it causes in my oversensitive head.

“That was an awfully stupid thing you did last night, Leo.” Her tone is that of a mother chastising her child.

“I’m not some stupid kid, Liza.” I groan.

“I’m well aware of that.” Her eyes travel down to my dick poking up against the sheets. I fall to my side, embarrassed by my unusually long-lasting morning wood. “You know last night was a lot of fun.” Her eyebrows lift in a wiggle in a suggestive way and I have no clue what she’s talking about. Placing the tray down on the table beside the bed, her eyes remain glued to me.

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s just say you couldn’t keep your hands off of me. And look.” She drops to her knees and starts feeling around under the bed. Returning to an upright position, she waves a black bra she is holding in her hand. “Ooops.” She exaggerates the word.

Dread fills my already fragile body. “I...I…I couldn’t have? I mean I barely remember anything.”

She lowers herself until she’s sitting beside me on the bed. “Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”

Shaking my head, my nostrils flare. “It’s not possible.”

“You don’t regret me, do you?” Her voice is low and raspy. She lowers herself down until she’s perching on the edge of the bed.

“I think you should leave,” I snap, unable to process what she’s suggesting. There’s no way I could’ve done what she’s alluding to, is there?

“You should drink this.” She reaches for the glass on the tray, taking it in her hand and passing it to me.

“What is it?” I eye the glass in her hand suspiciously.

“It’s hair of the dog. It’ll help you feel better in no time.”

“No,” I grate out. I push her hand away, glaring at her in disgust.

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