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As I enter, Megan whirls around to face me, she’s holding an armful of clothes that she appears to be
stacking away and she stops mid–note of whatever tune it was she was humming. She looks surprised
to see me.
“Ryann? I didn’t realise you were still here. I thought Bemy must have taken you home already. Are
you only getting up now? It’s almost eleven.” she rambles cheerfully. She drops her armful of clothes
onto arge pile on her bed and pulls her curtain open a little. I flinch at the bright morning light and
shield my eyes, groaning.
“Of course I’m still here. And I drank waaaaay too muchst night, of course I’m only getting up now.
It’s a miracle I’m up at all.” I grumble. Megan tilts her head in confusion.
“Are you really feeling that bad?” she asks curiously. I roll my eyes and regret the motion. Now that I’m
standing up I feel a lot worse. Also her room is way too bright.
“Of course I am! Aren’t you?” I demand. She shrugs nonchntly.
“Nope. my metabolism burned off the alcohol ages ago, and my hangover was over before I even woke
up.” She smiles sunnily and I re at her.
“Ugh. I hate you.” I nce down at my legs which are a little cold without the nket covering them.
“Do you have pants I can wear?” I ask. Megan chucks a pair offy looking leggings at me.
“Your work stuff is over there. But I would definitely suggest a shower and a fresh uniform for work
tonight.” She looks me up and down with a raised eyebrow and I sigh.
“Duh, but I’ll do that when I get home. I don’t start work til five so there’s no rush.” I check my pile of
clothes and make sure my work stuff is all there. I have spares to wear tonight but I don’t want to lose
anything. I also find my phone underneath the pile of clothing. I have three messages from Aaron.
Aaron- What time today?
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Aaron- Are you home?
Aaron- Confirmed you are with Alpha Kane. Let me know when you’re ready to leave.
I send off a quick text letting him know I only just woke up and will let him know when I am ready for a
ride home. I also apologise for not making arrangements sooner. He once again sends a thumbs up.
“Well, since you’re in no hurry. Let’s have ate breakfast together. I want bacon and eggs. I’ll cook!”
She volunteers. Well if she’s offering. I’m not sure how my stomach will cope with food. right now, but
worst case I throw it up. I feel sick anyway so it’s not like it can get much worse. I follow Megan
downstairs after pulling on her leggings. They’re a little loose on me but they’ll stay on, no one can see
anything much above my knees anyway because Bemy’s
top is big on me: In the kitchen, I nt myself on a seat at the bench and rest my head. against the
cool marble of the countertop while Megan makes herself busy booking. I thought the smell of food
might make me ill but it actually smells so good and my stomach is growling. I think I skipped dinner
last night now that I think about it. Alcohol is not a meal
recement. Drinking on an empty stomach was probably not the smartest n I’ve ever had.
Although technically it was more Megan’s n than it was mine. I’ll just me her. The clink of a ss
next to my head makes me turn my face sideways, sliding my cheek on the counter. I can see
Bemy’s distorted figure through the ss of water he’s just ced beside me. I sit up and he holds
out a hand offering something for me to take, a happy smile on his face. I open my hand and he drops
two white pills into my palm. Oh, blessed painkillers. I down them and the water quickly.
“Thankyou” I murmur. Bemy leans down behind me and ces a kiss on the side of my throat,
lingering a moment before backing away. I can’t help but shiver.
“You’re wee.” He responds quietly. He stays long enough to steal a piece of bacon. directly from
the pan, probably burning his tongue in the process if the wince he makes while. chewing is anything to
go by. He then excuses himself to his office and leaves us to our meal.
I eat more than I thought I would, although not even half as much as Megan. Shifter metabolisms must
be hell on a grocery bill. Once I’m sufficiently fed and Megan is satisfied with my description of what
happenedst night (definitely the watered down version because I don’t think I could actually admit
most of it out loud just yet.) I excuse myself to go see if Bemy is free to talk. It’s been more than
twenty four hours since I found that letter and I suspect he isn’t going to be pleased that it took me so
long to mention it. I just
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hope he doesn’t get too overprotective and bossy because I feel entirely too crappy to argue with him
right now. Bemy’s office door is cracked open and I can see him ring at some document before he
sighs and signs it. I knock on the doorframe while poking my head in. Bemy straightens up in his seat
and shes me a gorgeous smile.
“Feeling any better?” he asks. I shrug.
“I wouldn’t say I feel better, but I’m awake at least.” I pause before continuing.
“And I know you said it’s fine but I really am sorry aboutst night. I’ll make it up to you.” I promise. He
raises an eyebrow suggestively.
“I told you not to worry about it. It was nothing a cold shower couldn’t fix. While I don’t believe there’s
anything to make up, I am interested to hear how exactly you’re nning to do that.” He winks at me
and I roll my eyes.
“I take it back, I’m sorry you had to survive a cold shower, but you’re getting way too much
enjoyment out of my embarrassment, you clearly aren’t suffering.” Bemy smirks at me and we both
fall silent. Bemy looks at the door pointedly, I’m still just poking my head in.
“Are youing in or not?” he prompts and I take a step in and close the door behind me. Okay I just
need to tell him. Rip it off like a bandaid and hope for the best. He’s in a good mood this morning
though and I hate that I’m probably going to ruin it. He must read something in my face or posture
because he furrows his brow and frowns at me.
“Is something wrong? Tell me.” He demands. I sigh.
“I need to tell you something.” Something sparks in his eyes and he tilts his head to the side.
“So there was something you wanted to sayst night after all?” I nod.
“Yeah, I just got a bit… sidetracked. Apparently Ick focus when I’m drunk.” I blush, remembering how
I basically banged on his door demanding to speak to him, then just jumped him instead. I open my
mouth to exin about the letter but the words just won’te. I don’t want to upset him. I must look
distraught because in a quick movement, Bemy is out of his seat and standing in front of me. He
takes my right hand between both. of his and runs his thumb over the back of my hand.
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“Ry, darling, what’s wrong? I need you to tell me so I can fix it.” I burst into tears. He’s being so nice
and I don’t deserve it. He immediately wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight against his chest.
He makes light shushing noises and strokes my hair over my neck. We rock and sway slightly in ce
as he tries to calm me. Once I manage to get a hold of myself, he releases me and steps back enough
to crook his finger under my chin and pull my chin up to meet his eyes.
“Tell me.” He insists. I drop my gaze immediately.
“You’re going to be mad at me.” I mutter quietly.
“Ry, I won-” he begins, but I cut him off.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Bemy.” I respond tly.