Page 172 of Bridesmaid for Hire
JESUS. FUCK.
Head pounding.
Body like lead.
Stomach rolling.
Mouth dry.
This is hell.
“Maggie,” I whisper as I reach across the bed, looking for my girl. But when I pat the mattress, I come up empty.
Shit, what time is it?
Hard to tell when I can’t even open my eyes.
If only the sun wasn’t blazing so brightly into my room, it would make it easier to open my eyes.
Grumbling, I roll to my side and attempt to peer one eye open.
One in the afternoon.
“What?” I nearly shout as I lift up—slowly—my stomach rolling with the movement.
Dude, take it fucking slow.
I bring my hand to my head, trying to remember how the hell I got into this position and why I feel so goddamn terrible.
But my brain feels like mush, so foggy and disoriented that I can’t seem to piece two thoughts together.
I don’t even know how I got here last night. Did Maggie bring me back? Did the guys? I glance down at myself and that’s when I notice I’m on top of the blankets, the bed still made, my shoes still on.
What?
I look over at Maggie’s side. Her side’s tucked in, untouched, like no one slept there last night.
Fuck, am I in the right room?
Panic erupts inside of me as I check out her nightstand and don’t see her charger or her vitamins.
My eyes scan the dresser. None of her things are there, then I look toward the bathroom, not one skincare product lined up.
I’m in the wrong fucking room.
Jesus Christ. Don’t let it be someone else’s. Please don’t let there be some strange woman in here with me.Not that I think I’d ever cheat on Maggie, that’s not the kind of man that I am, but how the hell did I even—wait, are those my clothes in the corner?
Confused, I rub my eyes with my palms and lean forward on the bed as I try to get a better look.
Yeah, that’s my suitcase.
Those are my clothes.
I go back to the bathroom where I see my toiletry bag on the counter. That’s mine as well. So, where the hell is Maggie’s stuff, and more importantly, where is Maggie?
What the hell is happening?
Did I sleep through the entire weekend? Through the wedding? Is it the day after the wedding and she had to catch her flight? I can be a heavy sleeper when drunk, but I don’t thinkthatheavy.
