Fake It With Me: A Lesbian Romance by Fox Berri

Author:Fox, Berri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: It's Her Books
Published: 2021-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Seven

Casey

I woke up to a pounding headache. It was never a good idea to drink until you pass out, but I did it anyway.

The room was suddenly too bright, and I couldn’t bear keeping my eyes open. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would elevate the pain. It didn’t.

I groaned at the wave of nausea. Reaching up to my nightstand, I felt around for my phone.

How the hell did I even get home? I was pretty sure I didn’t do it on my own.

The last thing I remembered was talking to Hannah and then nothing else. Did she take me home?

I opened my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room, and peered around my surroundings. This was indeed my room. She must have helped me get home, but how did she know where I lived?

I finally found my phone. I sat up slowly, groaning and moaning.

A memory from last night flashed in my head. Hannah had been repeatedly asking me about my address, and I managed to slur it out. She must’ve called a cab for me.

I decided to crawl out of my bed and padded to the kitchen.

I drank a glass of water, and it instantly made me feel a little better. My visions cleared, and I also saw myself in the mirror.

For lack of a better word, I looked like shit, and I also smelled like shit.

I groaned in disgust at myself and went back to my room. I picked up my phone and swiped for notifications about work or emails.

There was none.

I swallowed the disappointment and checked my thread with Hannah with the intention of thanking her for the cab. I felt the blood drained from my face when I saw the thread. My eyes were glued on the message I thought I sent her weeks before.

Shit.

No wonder she didn’t message me back. My reply still floated in the message tile. It seemed that I didn’t press send at all.

What a fucking idiot.

How could I be so fucking careless? I never checked on the message again, thinking I pressed send. But apparently, with all that had been happening with my job, I didn’t. I’d been so distracted with work that I totally forgot to check.

And what good did that bring me?

I didn’t get the promotion. Brad took all the credit for my work. Him, of all people!

And he had the audacity to be smug at me about it. He was a fucking loser, and he knew it.

Groaning at my stupidity, I tossed my phone to the bed and went to the bathroom. I reeked, and I needed a shower. I couldn’t be sure, but the stain on my clothes dangerously resembled puke.

I scrubbed myself clean and brushed my teeth twice. The dead animal taste didn’t completely vanish, so I took a gum and chewed on it. I also stripped off the bedclothes and tossed them in the washer.

Only when I felt more human did I pick up my phone again and swiped on Hannah’s name.

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