BRANDON
I wake up with a throbbing head, the loud bell of my phone chiming. Lazily, I grope for the phone on the side table and force my eyes open. I’m hoping to see her name, but instead only see Oliver’s.
I jump off my bed—no, not my bed but a plush king mattress in Vermont. I remember now. I pretty much drank half the bar in the club last night and passed out the moment I entered the suite. I gawk at my phone screen, thinking of excuses to give him. But if my memory serves me correctly, I was out of my goddamn mind last night.
I answer the call after another ring.
“Damn it, Brandon. Where are you?” he curses.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you. Something came up.” I massage the back of my neck.
“Oh, so something came up at the club last night, and then you just disappeared?” he mo
