Chapter 147
Kitty
Oh. My. God my hangover is insane. I literally cannot move my head without feeling like a killer is inside my head with a baseball bat or a sledgehammer. I feel the other side of the bed and realize that Jett is not there. Gingerly, I open my eyes and notice there is some light coming through the curtains, thankfully, Jett has not opened them because the light will burn my retinas.
What the hell was in that pink shit I drank last night? As good as it tasted, it should be illegal if this is what it does to you. Even my face feels kind of rubbery. The door opens and Jett comes walking in with a tray in his hand. I can see a mug, hopefully it will have coffee in it strong enough to stand a spoon up in it.
“Good morning, sleepy head. How do you feel?” He gives me a grin that ordinarily would make my panties melt, this morning, however, I am feeling so rough that nothing is going to work its magic on making anything melt anytime soon.
“Rough,” I manage to say and grimace. Even frowning hurts my head. Reminder to myself, never to go out with the ladies again and if I do, then never to drink pink neon drinks. My stomach churns. Oh, God, I hope I am not going to be sick. That would be embarrassing. He will think I cannot hold my drink. Listen, give me whiskey any day of the week or beer, but that stuff, ugh.
“I thought so, you did put away a lot of those drinks last night. I’ve heard from the guys and their women are feeling shitty too. If it is any consolation, you are not alone, sweetheart. I made you breakfast and a strong coffee.” He sets the tray beside me on the bed then comes round and helps me sit up. He leans me forward slightly and fusses with the pillows behind me.
“Did you have to carry me out of there?” I ask him, hoping he didn’t do some fireman’s lift or that I embarrassed myself. Hold on a minute, I do recall him being up on the bar with the guys and stripping off his T-shirt. Now that is a memory, I can take to the grave with me and enjoy over and over again.
“No,” he says as he kisses the top of my head then moves some strands of hair away from my face. I place a hand to my cheek and check my chin. Yep, I have been drooling. Fucking great.
“I must look like shit,” I say as he goes back to the other side of the bed and picks up the tray and places it on my lap.
“Kitty, you could never look like shit to me. You are beautiful and I love the sleepy, bedhead look.”
“That means my hair is insane,” I reply and fold my arms in front of my chest.
“Nah, it looks wild and sexy. I like it.” He sits on the edge of the bed and toes off his sneakers then throws his legs on the bed and hitches onto his side, resting his head in one hand. “Eat, you need to line your stomach. You wouldn’t drink any water last night; you were a very belligerent woman.”
“I feel sickish, I don’t think I could keep it down.” I look at the eggs he has made me and some toast. My stomach feels like it is lurching.
“I know, baby but you gotta try. Please eat something for me. If you are sick, we can handle it. But the most important thing is to get food in that stomach or recovery will take longer. I bought you up an energy drink too,” he says as he points to the glass with a mild, fizzing drink in it. “And these.” He pulls two pills out of his pocket, “Paracetamol.”
I take them from him and place them in my mouth and wash them down with the energy drink, which tastes like lemons and limes. It’s not so bad as it hits the back of my throat. It makes me realize how thirsty I am.
“I should brush my teeth,” I tell him running my tongue along my teeth.
“No, first you eat, then you can brush your teeth. I’ve cancelled all my plans for today and put someone else in charge. Today my sweet kitten, we are going to spend the day in our pajamas and watch back-to-back movies. Whatever you want to watch.”
Okay, I am liking the sound of that. A whole movie marathon in clean pajamas, freshly washed hair and no make up for the day. Heavenly bliss.
“Sounds like a good plan. I ought to call Cecille to check on her and Lucy.”
“Give them an hour or two. Jackson told me they aren’t even out of bed yet. Lucky stayed over at Cecile’s last night. Apparently, it took three of the other guys to haul their assess out of the bar.”
I grin. Sounds about right. They were getting pretty out of hand I have to admit.
“Here,” Jett says as he takes the fork from the tray and pushes some of the egg onto it. He begins to lift it to my mouth. “Open up, sweetheart.”
I do as he says. Honestly, just lifting the fork the way I feel makes me feel like wanting to hide back under the duvet. There is drinking and then there is drinking and last night was clearly way too much for me.
After a few mouthfuls, the sickness in my stomach stops. I manage to feed the rest of breakfast to myself, gulp down the strong coffee and ask for more. Coffee that is. I finish the energy drink and thank Jett for being such a savior. He gives me a kiss on the lips because frankly no tongues before brushing teeth.
He leaves me to get myself showered, even though he offered to help. I know what would happen, he would be erect in seconds and that big cock of his would be sliding between my legs. Ladies, I don’t even think my legs are up to standing in the shower, let alone handling a sex session in the shower.
Once I am showered, my hair is washed and towel dried, I go to the cabinet and take out some slouchy pajamas, my favorite tartan ones that are warm and cozy. I brush my hair and head downstairs.
I find Jett in the lounge placing some cushions at one end of the sofa and grabbing a knitted blanket from one of the chairs. “Come on, sweetie. Get yourself on this sofa and I will wait on you hand and day.”
Weakly, I make my way to where he is and literally throw myself down. He gently covers me with the blanket and puts the television on via the remote. “Netflix or Hallmark?” he asks. The man is so soft and gentle, it takes me by surprise all the time especially when you look at his massive forearms with veins popping and the dark ink running up and under the sleeve of his T-shirt.
“Hallmark, I think. Are you sure you don’t mind babysitting me today, I am able to take care of myself.”
He lowers down next to me and places an arm around my shoulder.
“Baby, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my day than taking care of you. I told you, I’m in it for everything not just the good and the fun times, Kitty. Literally, everything. Bad times, rough times, when we argue and have make-up sex,” he wiggles his eyebrows making me giggle. Honestly, I haven’t giggled since I was a teenager. Jett definitely brings it out in me and I love it.
“Maybe if I feel better later you can start what you couldn’t last night after your little show up on the bar,” I tell him wiggling my own eyebrows.
It doesn’t go unnoticed how he hardens in his pajama bottoms. He licks his full, lower lips and my core tightens. Yeah, like I am going to be able to resist this gentle giant all day.
Hurry up hangover and disappear. This lady has a man to ride.