The Alpha’s plus sized human mate

Hang over and a cup of brewed coffee

♥Caroline's POV♥

In my head-pounding hungover daze, I rolled, slipped, and fell off my bed, feeling like someone had stuffed cotton wool in my eyes and pushed me down a steep cliff.

"Ouch!" I groaned lazily, rubbing my head.

"Do you want some coffee? I made a jar filled with it. We both need it if we will be surviving Friday at work." She said in a sing-song voice. From the pitch of her voice, I could tell she was in the living room.

"I have no choice. Why does my body feel like hundreds of people trampled over me all through the night." I cried.

"Because you drank to the brim and puffed weed to the fullest. C'mon, Drag your sober self out here this minute." She called in that authoritative tone that held no room for arguments.

I stood up clumsily and pulled the now very itchy sequin skimpy dress off me, and rushed into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I understood at once why they call it a hangover, for it felt like gloom, the blackest of clouds were over my head and had no intention of clearing till late afternoon which does spark the curiosity from within as to how I will survive in a corporate organization with throbbing head and drowsy face till late afternoon.

A part of me wanted me to call in sick but the sane part of me told me there is no use procrastinating my workload because it will be seated comfortably, waiting for me with no one to help. I splashed cold water on my face to feel something refreshing. The mirror showed my eyes, there was no trace of last night's glamour girl in sight. It was just old, plain, and fat Caroline Marigold.

I sauntered out of the bathroom after a quick bath and immediately threw on a beige silk long-sleeved shirt and a black pencil skirt.

I ran out of my room holding two pairs of stilettos. "This brown heels or the black with straps?" I c****d a brow at Harriet who was busy munching on her chicken pepperoni pizza.

"Black!" She said nonchalantly.

"Thanks!" I threw the brown shoe back into my room and settled at the dining table next to her. Two cartons of pizza lay on the table.

"I thought you cooked?" I eyed the coffee.

"Nope! I only made coffee. We need it to cure a hangover." She typed away on her phone.

"So, tell me, Caroline, how was clubbing yesterday?" She dropped her phone and leaned closer to me with wiggly brows.

"Aside from you puking all over your alleged college sweetheart who you couldn't even get his name right all night?" I opened my carton of pizza.

"OMG! I did that?" She gasped, placing her hand on her chest.

"Yeah, you totally did that. You owe him an apology." I took a bite and then another before moaning in delight.

"I will. But what about you? Did you have fun?" She picked up the jar and poured the hot coffee into a mug for me.

I watched the cup foam at the top before answering. "It was mad fun and I must admit it helped me forget about Jack for some time."

"Ha-ha!" She let out a sarcastic laugh.

"What about that gorgeous guy on a million-dollar pants who kept ordering you drinks all night?" She clapped excitedly and fanned herself dramatically.

"He is-" I uttered before pausing. I don't know how long I froze but I could feel all my fears and anxieties returning the moment my memory flashed back to yesterday night.

"He is what?" She waved in front of my face. "All hail Caroline, return to life this very moment." She said.

"Mysterious, thrilling, and cocky as hell." I furrowed my brows and grabbed my mug of coffee in shaky hands.

"Are you okay? How is any of that bad?" She shrugged a shoulder at me.

"An arrow pierced through the glass of tequila I was drinking-- it shattered right in my hands and he just had this knowing smirk on like that was meant to happen." I started to heave heavily, my breath shaking.

"Calm down, Caroline. It was a club and not a jungle. An arrow smashing through your drink doesn't sound logical." She let out a low peal of laughter.

"But I saw it with my own eyes. I don't know why everyone finds it hard to believe." I shook my head in frustration.

"You probably had too much to drink and when a person is drunk and high simultaneously, they begin to see things." She said.

"It is all in your head, a figment of your imaginations, Caroline." She adjusted her black camisole and removed a chunk of chicken that fell in between her breast.

"Do you believe in supernatural creatures like werewolves and vampires?" I suddenly snapped my fingers in her face and she stared at me in surprise.

"Girl! How much did you have to drink? I'm liking your ability to switch mood and topic like the flipping of a socket."

"Just answer the damn question, Harriet." I blew raspberries at her.

"Well, I'm a huge fan of vampires diary, The originals, and Twilight saga so yes. I love the supernatural world." She held up her hair in a ponytail and took a few more bites from her pizza before standing up.

"So you believe werewolves exist?" I narrowed my eyes at her, staring at her blue pencil skirt tucked with her camisole before sliding a black suit jacket on it. She looked very corporate and ready to crush the world with her fists. She definitely meant business today.

"Werewolves and vampires are myths but I can beat my chest that witches exist because my grandmother was a witch and where I come from, they call them Aje in Yoruba land." She hurriedly kissed my cheeks and grabbed her handbag before rushing towards the door.

"Wait a minute! Why the sudden curiosity about mystical creatures like werewolves?" She paused by the door and turned back to face me with one hand on her hips.

"Nothing. But I'm curious, If your grandmother was a witch doesn't that make you one by descent? It runs in your lineage!" I sipped my coffee and stared at her in scrutiny.

"I'm not a witch because I don't practice witchcraft and even if it runs in my lineage, it must have cut connections with me because I'm not deeply rooted in my culture." She blew me a kiss and slammed the door shut before I could mutter anything.

Magical powers are complicated in a way, it is simply like trying to balance a mathematical equation so if we were to get to the roots of it all, powers like that can't just possibly vanish. It should be in there someway waiting to resurface, but then what do I know? If a girl says she is no witch then we let her be. However, this whole supernatural talk is driving me crazy and I have my self-imposed knight in shining armor to blame for putting these whole crazy ideas in my head. Harriet was probably right, It must have been my hallucination yesterday after all I did puff quite the number of weed so I'm going to move on and forget that stranger I met yesterday at the club because what are the odds we would be seeing again? So f**k it!

I peered at my wristwatch, the time is currently 7:15 am so I gulped my remaining coffee and took one last slice of my pizza before clearing the table and rushing to pick up my car keys and most importantly, my sunshade. I felt better after drinking a full mug of brewed coffee, my migraine had reduced and the red sore in my eyes that depicted an obstinate drunk had evaporated into thin air. I was a tad bit from looking like a professional writer but I would say I cleaned up really nice compared to the disastrous form I woke up as.

With a deep inhaling of fresh air outside the apartment and exhaling, I unlocked the Corolla car Jack bought me on my last birthday. Our relationship was still rosy last year July or he was still willing to pretend to love me at least and cheat behind my back because I had gained an immense weight already in that period. Although I did wonder if he was going to be like those horrible exes that demand a return of every gift they have gotten you. Even though he did throw me out of his house, I can't help but be thankful that I get to keep this car. It is really not in its best condition but it does serve me well for the meantime, pending the period I get enough money to upgrade my car for a higher model and probably move out of Harriet's house because as it is currently, she pays the rent alone while hosting me as a guest. The house is a modern two-bedroom ensuite flat centered in the middle of the cosmopolitan district of New york. Harriet used to have a roommate who happened to be her colleague at work but after some months they fell out due to constant series of conflicts.

Harriet is quick-tempered by nature and she likes to voice out at anything she doesn't agree with like piling up used plates in the kitchen without tossing them in the dishwasher or not doing the dishes for days. Amanda who happened to be her roommate back then couldn't handle constructive criticism and hated being scolded. Soon their high-pitched voices will be heard at night by neighbors while they both argued all night.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was when they both wanted to watch different TV shows that were starting at the same time and on different channels. The fight lasted for hours with Harriet ending up at the hospital because Amanda stabbed her hand with a bread knife out of anger. By the time Amanda came to her senses and started apologizing, the deed had been done and Harriet knew even the devil would have a hard time convincing her to take her in again. Harriet had the apartment all to herself for a month until I called her to inform her about Jack.

I sighed and drove through the busy streets of New York, navigating my way through the rays of sunlight, deafening sounds of cars horning, and seeing car exhaust fumes cloud my windscreen. I drove past star bucks and McDonald's, I caught a newly erected building from the corner of my eye. But what really caught my attention was the new gym that was established there since I have always wondered ever since the building was under construction what it was going to be even though I concluded deep within me that it must be a potential supermarket. So seeing a Gym with a series of people in workout outfits caught my attention especially since I have been considering registering for one so I made a mental note to come back later and check it out while I headed straight to my publishing house.