Page 28 of Boss of Attraction

“Will do.”

“See you on Monday,” I said.

“See you on Monday,” he replied and closed the door.

After tonight, Monday would be interesting for sure.

11

DECLAN

I was never drinking again.

I was certain everyone had said those words at least once in their lifetime, but I meant them. Holy shit, did I drink too much at Fallon’s wedding or what? I drank so much I didn’t remember anything after dinner was served. But hey, I didn’t puke, so that was a plus.

Luca had been the driver for the weekend because I didn’t think Betsy would survive the trip. After he and Marco dropped me off at my building, I said my goodbyes to my friends and dragged myself up the flight of stairs to my second-floor apartment.

When I entered, Sam was on the couch with a big bowl of what looked like a salad on her lap.

“Oh god. Put that thing away,” I groaned and shut the door.

“Put what away?” she questioned.

“Your food.” I plopped down in the accent chair next to the couch.

She snorted a laugh. “Ah. You’re hungover, my friend.”

I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the chair. “So much that even if I smell alcohol again, I will barf.”

“Nah. You’ll be back drinking next weekend.”

“Doubt it.”

“There’s half an avocado in the fridge I didn’t use for my salad. It’s yours. Make some avocado toast. It will help.”

“Nothing will help.” I needed to take something again for my throbbing head, but I was afraid even that wouldn’t stay down.

“Trust me, it will, but tell me about the wedding. I take it you had fun?”

“Yeah, but I wish I could have sent you a pic of Sean and not just that text last night. I didn’t get a picture of him.”

“What text?”

I finally looked over at her. “The one I sent about how hot he looked.”

“I never got a text.” She reached for her phone and then said again, “Nope. Didn’t get one.”

I sat up, my head swirling with the sudden movement. “What do you mean, you didn’t get one?”

“The last one I have from you is about bringing home dinner the other night.”

I slipped my phone out of my pocket and went straight to my text messages. The room spun as I saw who I’d sent my last message to. “Fuck me. I’m really going to puke now.”

“Why?”

I stood and paced. “I sent the text to Sean.”

“No!” she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.