The Wounded Love novel Chapter 18

"What has you so down?" I asked. His only response was a quiet snore. Well this was great. I had a two hundred pound drunk man on top of me. A depressed, sleeping, drunk man.

I ended up falling asleep after midnight. I couldn't even turn off the tv, because I was sitting on the remote, squashed beneath the big Italian man. At around three thirty in the morning the temperature dropped which made me appreciate the body heat radiating off of him and onto me.

I groaned as my alarm went off. It was cold, dark, and I my head hurt. Today was the type of day where I would have called out sick, but thanks to all of the days I took off for the wedding and moving, I couldn't afford to call out again. I had to get up, get dressed, go outside into the cold, walk to work, say hello to my boss, the thought made me want to cry. It was the exhaustion. A lack of sleep led to nervous breakdowns where I would cry for hours. I pushed the thought away and focused on this soft bed I would be coming back to later.

Bed?

I rolled over and then sat up. That's when the events of last night came crashing back to me. Dante was here and he slept on top of me, on the sofa. That's why I woke up so tired, that's why my back hurt.

Where the hell was he, and how did I get in bed?

I stood up and searched the hotel room for him. Maybe he was in the bathroom or the kitchen, he couldn't have left without saying a word to me after I suffered through being his pillow without complaint. I called his name but got nothing in response.

Now I was really frustrated. Last night he came over to distract himself. He came over for sex. Then he left, just like that? I was his human pillow all night. Was that comfortable for me? No it wasn't, but did I wake him up and tell him to leave? Did I go off on him during his bad day? No, I didn't. I could have, but I didn't.

"That's what you get for being a whore." I grumbled as I got dressed.

It turned out to be a horrible day and not entirely because of him. I was tired, I had the weight of apologizing to my mother on my chest and over all New Yorkers can really suck. Maybe it's not just New Yorkers, maybe it's just people in general, but what ever the case, everyone who I ran into that day generally sucked. had a bad day. It wasn't just him. I was so tired and grumpy.

I decided not to call her today, because that would result in me snapping at her which would only create an even bigger problem. Besides, it wasn't my fault she was clueless to ordinary human emotions

"Miss Williams." Gavin said, knocking on my office door. "Did you happen to find me a lawyer?"

He gave me the same smile back and then left my office. Gavin knew I wasn't happy about that and he could tell I was having a bad day. Everyone who crossed paths with me was able to tell that I was having a bad day, so I gladly took him up on his offer and went home early.

I left through the back doors, not wanting to make small talk with whoever may have been lingering in the halls. I actually considered running into the middle of the street when I saw who was standing in front of the hotel's entrance.

"Nick."

He stumbled over to me. Why has everyone around me including myself always drunk? "Skyla, baby. I miss you." He came a little too close to me so I tried to push him away but he was too strong. My weak arm made zero impression on him. "Don't keep pushing me away." He slurred. "You know you don't want me to leave. If you didn't care you wouldn't have been so mad about the wedding."

I'm going to kill him. He's dead. I'm going to push him in front of that bus. I thought. "Nick, today is not the day and this is not the place."

"Shhh." He had now backed me up against the brick wall of the hotel and slid his finger over my lips. "You know we can figure things out. If this isn't the place then take me up to your room."