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151 Can't Get Past It (Winona)

I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My head's pounding, my stomach's churning, and every sound stabs into my skull. I groan, pressing my hand to my forehead as I sit up in bed.

The memories of last night come flooding back-the party, the drinks, the argument.

God, the argument.

Anne stayed over with Bobby and Sarah. I hope they never heard us arguing like that. The kids are playing downstairs, their laughter bubbling upwards. It's the only bright spot in my day so far.

I pull on a robe and drag myself down to the kitchen, where the smell of coffee isn't helping my nausea.

"Good afternoon." Anne glances up from the table, her eyes sharp. "You look like hell," she says, handing

me a mug.

"Feel like it, too," I mutter, taking a sip and wincing. Even the usual coffee tastes too strong. I wince." Afternoon?" I look at the clock on the wall. "Shit, it's almost three in the afternoon!"

I heard Jayden slam the door when he left around three in the morning," Anne says, her voice probing but gentle. "Are you okay?"

I sigh, leaning against the counter. "We argued. Badly. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have."

Anne studies me for a moment, then asks, "were any of those things true?"

a bit rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for attacking each other

out there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if you're

right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any of it. I should've been more

neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and the

slam."

"That's a relief."

three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower.

the chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together if you both

trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when

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front door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head hurt

not looking like you got dragged through

a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is partially the reason,

she flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did

but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too much... We argued. About him having

suddenly serious. "What

last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he got angry. Really angry." "That's

him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my

"So, even though

""Pretty much," I mutter.

to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're going to eat you alive-and your

know," I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I don't know how

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