No Strings Attached

Part 17 : No Strings Attached

“Now, how about that drink?” she giggled

“How about we skip the drinks and go back to my place?" he grinned, taking her hand.

They both walked up the stairs and out of the club, staggering down the street, kissing and touching each other as they went.

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Rick blinked as he woke, his eyes streaming as light streamed in through the curtains.

Hangover of the century.

He groaned. This was not something a man of his age should be doing. He'd said as much before last night. But his brother had insisted.

Flashes of his bachelor party came flooding through his brain...

Climbing into the back of a limo, shots, bar hopping, shots, the strip club, more shots, a few more bars and then...

Nothing. Blackness.

He briefly wondered how the hell he'd got into a bed last night.

But then his head began to pound, like a stereo had been inserted in between his ears.

No doubt a glass of Kimberley's home-made lemonade would have him feeling right as rein again.

Kimberley...

The name in his head more than excited his morning glory already against the sheets, and he stretched his arm across the bed blindly.

He rolled across the bed to look into his fiancée’s eyes, caressing her bare shoulders and---

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

The blonde lying next to him, groaned, turning over as her long body stretched out in the bed and her eyes flicked open.

"What the f*ck?" She exclaimed, scrambling backwards, clutching the bedsheets to her naked chest, "Riccardo? What...what is happening?"

“How about you tell me Sofia?”

She rolled out of bed like a shot, stumbling as her eyes darted around the room for her clothes.

"What...what is happening? Why am I here? I don't even know what I'm doing here! What did you do?"

"What did I do?" He exclaimed, outraged, running a hand through his hair as he tugged on his boxers, "What the hell did you do? And why are you in my bed?"

She shook her head, backing away from him until her back was against the wall, "Nothing, nothing I-- I just went to the club last night that's all. Just for a few drinks and I--"

Sofia paused, her eyes widening, pupils dilating in alarm.

At first, Riccardo looked distastefully at his ex-wife, but seeing her expression, it dawned on him, and ice chilled his blood.

"Oh God..." she whispered, horrified, "You're they guy aren't you...I went home with a guy from the club last night... I was smashed... and it was you. What a f**king mess."

Riccardo put his head in his hands as dread curled in his stomach, "Kimberley...what the hell am I going to tell Kimberley..."

Sofia turned to face him zipping up her dress from the back, “Who’s Kimberley? Is that the girl from the papers?"

“My girlf- she’s my fiancée. I'm marrying her. We're getting married... I'm marrying her in a week.. What have I done?”

Sofia scoffed, "So now I'm a man-thief as well as an adulterous woman. Well, that’s just great.”