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“Ok, well thank you again for walking me home.” I say with an honest smile. While I know I could have done it on my own, it was nice to have them look out for me.
“Anytime.” Sonny replies with a wink.
The guys eventually begin to walk away, each giving me long looks as they turn their backs. I feel like I’ve been set on fire, just by a look.
I turn to Grace who is still sitting with her hand in her hands.
“Come on babe, let’s get inside. I’ve got sand in places where sand shouldn’t belong.”
I grab the key out from underneath the mat. Grace eventually pulls herself up off the floor.
“Soo,” she draws out slowly, raising her eyebrows at me, “who were those hunks of men?” She then wiggles her eyebrows.
I laugh at her. “Girl, it's a long story.”
Chapter Three
Scarlett
Iwake with a pulsing pain in my temples. My body is sluggish as I try to roll over but the way my stomach curdles, confirms I drank way too much. As I try to clear the sleep from my eyes, the memories of the night before slowly begin assault me. Shots, dancing, more shots, stumbling down the beach and oh god….
Those five beautiful fucking men.
Embarrassment is the first thing I feel.
Betty was out, loud and proud and these god-like fucking specimens witnessed the entire thing.
I roll over and groan into my pillow.
Fuck. My. Life.
My phone ringing startles me out of my self-loathing. I pick it up and answer without looking at who is calling.
“Hello?” I grumble down the line, my voice slightly muffled still from my pillow but the will and ability to care just isn’t available this early.
“Morning Scarlett.” The deep rumble makes me pause and I sit up quickly but not before a sharp pain goes through my brain.
“Ouch fuck.”
“Are you alright?” The voice I vaguely recognise asks but the thumping in my head has completely disorientated me. I do notice that whoever it is, has an American accent as thought that is some kind of indicator as to who it is.
“Ahh, yep. Um, who is this?”
The voice on the other end of the line chuckles.
“It's Nicky.” Once he says his name, it all comes back to me.
“Oh my god. I’m sorry Nicky.” I groan. God, how could I have forgotten his name? I curse my hungover brain as it struggles to keep up.
He laughs then. “It's okay baby. You were pretty drunk last night, I’m sure you are feeling it this morning.”
“Ugh you have no idea. I need to apologise for my antics last night. I’m not normally like that...” I pause and attempt to find the word.
Insane? Fucked in the head? Stupid? I mean any of those words are appropriate to describe the state I was in.
Nicky laughs again. “It's all good. The guys and I got a kick out of it.”
“That makes one of us then.” I say making us both laugh. “I’m actually surprised that you are even calling. I would have thought you would have run as far away as you could have.”
