Chapter 145 Awwn, that's sweet of him

Rachel's POV

I blinked multiple times to adjust my eyes light in the room before opening them back again.

It was so bright. Why was it so bright? I groaned turning around on the bed.

"Fuck". I exclaimed as I sat up, holding my head with both hands. "Ouch... Why do my head hurt so much"

I felt like it was being pounded upon and gosh that hurt.

What happened anyways? I wondered wincing as I opened my eyes again to look around.

I was in my room, in Ethan's house. But how did I even get here?

The last thing I remembered was that I was in this room, seating on the bed when I suddenly felt thirsty so I got up and left. I went to the kitchen, drank a bottle of water, and was about coming back to this room, when... When I met Ethan.

I blinked as the rest of what happened last night came back to me bit by bit.

He was seated by the counter with a bottle of alcohol, and I went to seat by him... And I drank!

From there every thing else was fuzzy and blurry.

" Rachel you drank". I repeated to myself. " With Ethan. "

"You drank with Ethan on the same table". My head fell on my hands and I muffled a scream. " What is wrong with you Rachel!!!"

That was probably the dumbest thing I had done today because my head instantly began to ache even more as the pain intensified.

"Fuck..." I grunted holding my head in pain.

I was a strong drinker, always had. But for the last few years I hadn't had more than a glass of alcohol as I always made myself busy with things, even when I was still married to David.

"I'm starting to lose my touch on alcohol, and this is terrible".

This was the first time I was having a migraine because of alcohol, or as drinkers like to call it, hangover.

I fluffed a pillow and lay back my head on it, breathing in and out calmly.

Then a question popped into my head.

How did I get back in bed?

From what I could remember, I never came back, at least not by myself.

Could it be that Ethan brought me back?

"Oh shit, what if I said or did something stupid while drunk?" I thought again before burying my face deep in the pillow as I screamed in embarrassment.

I've seen countless times how civilized people behaved as idiots after they turn drunk. Some turn ragging mad, some let out all their emotions, while some just slump and sleep.

Since I've never been drunk before, I didn't know which category I fell under.

" Please let me one that just sleeps... " I prayed silently sobbing.

If I just slept, that would meant nothing happened. I didn't say anything stupid, or emotional.

" You know what? Why am I even hiding?" I said to myself standing up ever so slowly from my bed.

I had learnt my lesson about moving too quickly and was not going to make that mistake again.

"Ethan ain't here. Even if he is, I did nothing wrong ". I said nodding to myself.

Whether that was true or false, I had absolutely no idea, and I would he too embarrassed to ask Ethan about it on person.

" Since I don't remember it, it didn't happen right? " I asked myself after a while placing my hand on my chin. " Yeah, that's it". I answered myself.

" I'll just pretend not to remember anything ".

It was best plan, and better yet it was the truth. The only white lie part I was adding, was that my pretense was not only that I didn't remember what happened while I was drunk... I was also going to pretend I didn't know I drank with him in the first place.

That was there was a much chance of what to do.

"How I wish Marina was here right now, she'll know what to do".

The sound of the door being knocked snapped me out of my thoughts.

" Could that be Ethan?" My eyes went round as I stared at the door.

What could he want?

To check up on me?

" Oh no...oh no ".

I thought about what to do for a few seconds before jumping back on my bed.

"Ouch..." I groaned in pain as I felt the a sharp pang on my head as soon as it touched the bed.

I guess I didn't learn my lesson after all.

Despite the pain, I dragged the duvet over my head and pretended to still be asleep just as the door opened.

" Ms Rachel?"

"Victoria? " I pulled the duvet down to see Victoria before letting out a relieved sigh. "It just you ".

"Yes it is Ms" She handed the cup she was holding over to me and I took it with both hands.

Tea?

I took a sip of it and moaned in delight. " Relaxing tea". I said and she nodded.

" Sir Ethan asked me to make a cup for you since he thought you may have developed an headache".

"Awwn, how sweet of him " I said without thinking and I only realized it after I noticed Victoria's skeptical gaze on me.

" I meant that em... The tea is nice ". I said hiding my red face with the tea cup.

' Rachel get yourself together. Nothing could have happened yesterday and you may just be worrying for no reason. Plus you don't remember it means it didn't happen '. I pep talked myself before removing my face from the cup I was using as a shield, not as if it covered much of my face anyways

The tea actually calmed my headache and reduced the pain. "Thanks for the tea ". I mumbled while returning the cup back to her.

Victoria nodded and gave me her usual kind smile. " Anytime Ms. " She said as she turned to go.

She hasn't walked far when she turned. " Least I forget, Ms Marina and Ms Joyce are downstairs waiting to see you ".

Downstairs?

" What are they doing here this early?" I asked with an arched brow.

"Early?" Victoria gestured for me to look outside the window. "This is past ten in the morning Ms Rachel".

Ten!

I almost did a double take.

"It's past ten?" I repeated and Victoria nodded.

Just what the hell happened to me last night? How much did I drink?

" Em... Tell them I'll be down soon ". I mentioned to Victoria when I noticed she was still standing there.

" Past ten? "I sighed again still in disbelief. " I'm never drinking again ". I swore falling back on the bed.

Because of the tea I just drank, I didn't feel like immediately dying as my head touched the bed, instead I felt calm and relaxed.

Actually I didn't feel that way, all the events from yesterday night were all just jumbled up inside my brain and it was just frustrating.

Why can't I remember anything that happened?

Did I really just fall asleep?

I sighed making a move to leave my bed when I noticed something.

The smell. The smell of a part of the bed was different, it smelt familiar. I brought the sheets closer to my nose and sniffed it.

It smelt like... "Ethan."

Could that mean Ethan slept here yesterday night?!

My eyes widened in horror. I facepalmed myself as I cried in frustration.

"For fuck sake... Why... Can't... I ... Remember!"