58. Natalie

Chapter 58

Natalie

Squeezing my eyes shut,I slap at my phone on the nightstand, the alarm piercing through my brain.

When I finally hit it, I drop my face back down on the pillow.

I’m never drinking again.

My head pops back up, and I squint at the time on my phone.

“Shit,” I hiss and force myself to sit up.

I have to be on my way to the airport in an hour.

I squint harder.

Forty minutes.

Extra shit.

Luke is still snoring behind me, so at least my snoozing alarm didn’t wake him up.

Hurrying, I roll out of bed and scurry across the large bedroom to the attached bath.

My suitcase is still open on the bathroom floor from when I dropped it off earlier and changed shirts, so I lock the door behind me and move straight to the shower.

As the water heats up, I strip off the pajamas I put on halfway through the night when I woke up, sprawled across Luke, needing to pee.

With my head pounding, I go through the motions, starting with taking a few painkillers and chugging a bottle of water.

The shower is too fast to enjoy, and I make a mental note to come back and really appreciate this suite with Luke sometime.

Feeling slightly better, I dry off and check the clock.

Twenty minutes.

I’m heading straight from the airport to a meeting, so as much as I don’t want to, I put on my full routine of makeup and take the time to dry my hair.

Not wanting to straighten or curl the wave, I smooth some product over my tresses and twist it up into a bun.

Dressed in black pants and a navy silk shirt, I step out of the bathroom and scoop up my discarded clothes from last night, along with my slushie cup.

I bring it all back into the bathroom, so I can pack them into my suitcase, when I hear my jeans crinkle.

“What…”

Dropping the rest, I stick my hand in the pocket of my jeans.

The folded piece of paper sparks a blurry memory of leaving the dance party last night, but I can’t remember what it was for.

So I unfold it.

And my mouth drops.