Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I stumbled as I drained the potatoes, and added way too much butter and salt to the pan. I added a scant amount of pepper. I pretty much just slapped the steaks onto the plate.
Victor grabbed our plates, and I made sure to hold onto my wine. I was not going to let this out of my sight quite so quickly. Stumbling to my chair, Victor helped me sit my ass onto the seat, and then he put the knife and fork into my hand. When he went to take my wine away, I let out a little growl and took the glass from him.
“You’re not taking my wine.” That is what I meant to say, but I’m not exactly sure what came out of my mouth. I was drunk. No doubt about it.
The food was good, and I did miss my mouth a few times. A piece of potato ended up on my chin, and I think I swiped some slices of steak across my cheek. It was not a good look for me. None of this was good.
By the end of the meal, I had no choice but to wipe my face, and then I got to my feet. I might have been onto my fourth or fifth glass of wine. I stopped counting. Who needed to keep counting the wine?
I stumbled and Victor was there to catch me.
“My savior,” I said, and giggled.
Looking up at him, I was struck by how handsome he was. It was odd. I didn’t want to kiss him the other night, but right now I did. Gripping the back of his head, I pulled myself up and smashed our lips together. It was the first kiss I had ever initiated and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing.
However, very quickly, everything went completely dark.
Chapter Eleven
Victor
I held Freya’s hair back from her face as last night’s wine finally came back to say hello. It stunk bad, and the poor woman clearly hadn’t ever experienced a hangover before. This one was clearly set to kill her.
“Oh, God,” she said.
I rubbed at her back.
She had kissed me, or at least crushed her lips against mine and then passed out in my arms. If I hadn’t been holding her, she would have hit the ground with a thud. I didn’t let that happen. With her passed out, I didn’t know if I should put her in her own room, or in mine. I didn’t know how she was going to handle drunkenness, so I put her in my bed. I joined her, and for the longest time I watched her sleep.
I couldn’t help but wonder about the life she had led at the hands of Harris. The man wasn’t nice. He was cruelty on a whole different level. No one would have been able to survive it.
When Freya had woken up this morning, she took one look at me, and I saw the moment she went completely green. It hadn’t been pretty. I knew what was coming next. I’d experienced a few hangovers in my lifetime. This was Freya’s first.
She held onto the edge of the toilet, throwing up everything. I did what I could to make it as easy for her as possible. Rubbing her back, keeping her long brown hair out of the way. She stopped throwing up, and rested her head against the edge of the toilet.
“Why do people do this to themselves?” she asked. “It makes no sense.”
“You were happy drinking last night.”
She groaned. “No. I’m not drinking again. This is not good.” She took a deep breath and leaned over the toilet once again. She heaved, but nothing came out.
I don’t know how long we were at the toilet, but she did eventually say she was good. I highly doubted it. Giving her a couple of painkillers, I started the shower and tested the water.
She looked so damn weak.
Stripping out of my night clothes, I put them into the basket.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You want to have a shower. Trust me. It will make you feel better.”
I didn’t wait for her to agree. Stripping her out of the nightshirt I had placed her in, I moved her toward the shower, stepping her into the direction of the warm water as it sprayed down on both of us. The moment it touched her, she let out a little gasp, but I held her. Cold water was a lot better, but I was not going to hurt her with the cold.
A short time later, I let her go, and she was able to stand on her own two feet, so I reached for the shampoo. Lathering up her hair, I rinsed it out, and then got to the conditioner. Once her hair was done, I soaped her body, washing off the day.