Quit Being A b***h And Love Me

Sober Thoughts

Reena's POV

I woke up today with the world's biggest headache. My mind was so numb right now I don't even know what to think. I stretched out my arms and realized I was alone. I opened my eyes to see I was laying down in a bed in a room I didn't recognize at all. I'm not going to lie, I started to panic a little. I tried to recall anything that happened last night but nothing seemed to stand out.

I slowly got out of the bed while holding my head. I stood up and looked around the room. It was actually quite nice. It gave a grey atmosphere, not like sadness, and depressing. But more like a rainy day type vibe. There was a picture hanging up above the wall that looked a little weird, but I'm guessing whoever lives here is an art person.

I walked around opening a door to see it was a bathroom. The bathroom had the same decoration as the room. I looked in the mirror to see little dark circles under my eyes.

I looked around to see a brush but decided not to use it seeing that I still don't know where I am. I took the ponytail out of my hair and let my hair fall down. I ran my fingers through it and groaned as I felt my head pounding.

I walked out of the room and down the hall to see a big window. I looked out of it to see the sun rising. It was really nice and pretty and I was in awe. I looked down to see I was on one of the top floors. I stopped looking though once the pounding in my head came back.

I decided it was finally time to see who was here. I continued walking until I was in what looked like the living room. I saw some covers and a pillow telling me someone slept on the couch. Honesty that kind of settled my nerves. All of a sudden the memory of Harper came to my head. We went out for Pizza. I walked further into the room and then turned the corner to see someone standing in the kitchen making coffee. She had her back to me so she was unaware I was here.

She then turned around and jumped a little once she saw me. "Oh hey, morning." She said as she turned around and grabbed a bottle of water. She then handed me two pills and the water. "If my headache was bad I can't even imagine how yours is." She said with a little chuckle. I nodded my head and took the pills and the water and swallowed it.

"What happened last night?" I asked while sitting down on a stool. I watched as her eyes kind of did a thing making me a little worried.

"Nothing really. We went out for pizza, got a little drunk, and you told me to take you back to my place so I did and I let you sleep on my bed and I slept on the couch." She didn't make eye contact with me while she was talking, making me think she wasn't telling the truth. Or at least the whole truth.

"Did I say anything?" This is when she looked at me.

"Not much. When we were eating we just told some stuff about ourselves, nothing too personal." I could tell she was telling the truth this time.

"Are you positive I said nothing stupid?" I asked a little more demandingly. I watched as she closed her eyes as if a shiver ran down her spine. She sipped on her drinking and leaned forwards on the table.

"You might have said you wished you were married to me instead of your husband." She said without making eye contact with me. Honestly I wasn't that fazed by it. I say a lot of dumb things when I'm drunk. But according to Sam, drunk words are sober thoughts.

I hummed in response and drank the coffee she handed to me. As soon as the liquid hit my tongue I moaned in satisfaction. I looked up to see her staring at me. She looked away once I caught and cleared her throat. "So about this trip. When exactly is it?" I took another sip of my drink and then put it down. I crossed my arms and leaned forward a little.

"We are leaving Tomorrow at 6:30am and should be back late Sunday afternoon. It's in London and we are just going so I can talk about some things about my life with some people." She nodded her head and put her mug in the sink.

"So it has nothing to do about your books?" I don't know why but I always seem to get annoyed so damn easily. She literally just asked me a question and my dumb ass just got upset. I scratched the side of my neck and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I'll be ready." I squinted my eyes at her, taken back a little at how she quickly apologized.

"Well I should get going." I said as I finished the last of my coffee.

"Your phone and purse are in the room." I nodded my head and turned around. I walked back to the room and saw my phone on the charger on the table stand. I grabbed it and opened it. There were about ten text and calls from Eric asking where I was. I ignored it and grabbed my purse. I looked around the room one more time, but paid a little more attention to the painting on the wall.

I walked out the room and back to the kitchen. "Thank you for..this." I said not really knowing what to say. She nodded her head and smiled a little. I looked behind her to see her coffee maker. "Bring me some coffee on your way." I watched her lips form into a smile. I looked at her eyes and became mentally lost for a bit. I have actually never in my entire forty-two years on this earth, met a person with grey eyes.

"What?" She asked. I opened my mouth but closed it not having any words. I cleared my throat not fully understanding what was running through my head.

"You're beautiful." The words came out my mouth before I could even process them. I watched as her cheeks turned red and she put her head down. I on the other hand was too flabbergasted to actually understand what I just said. I shook my head and held on tight to my purse. "I'll see you later." She nodded and left the room without saying anything else.

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"What if you kissed her?" I rolled my eyes. I'm about five seconds from slapping her. Everytime I get drunk she tries to convince me I did something stupid. Thankfully I learned not to believe her.

"Sam, shut up." She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders while taking a bite of her breakfast burrito.

"Well did you do something worth knowing about?" She asked. I opened up my google doc finishing up the last sentence of the chapter.

"I said that I wished I was married to her." I said that without making eye contact and not really caring what it meant. I looked up from my computer to see her eyes popping out of her head. Before I could even ask she started screaming. I covered my ears with my hands and groaned realizing I needed more coffee.

"Oh god! You want to get married to her? Holy f**k! I knew you liked her but marriage? Little too early."

"Excuse me?" I said as I looked at her annoyed as hell. She looked back at me and squinted her eyes a little. She then threw her hands up and closed her eyes.

"My bad. There's no such thing as getting married too early." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.

"I mean, what do you mean I like her. I've haven't even known the girl for a week. Plus she's way too young." I watched as Sam started smiling. She leaned on to my desk and put her hands under her chin.

"I haven't seen you look at someone like that in a long time." I was so confused right now.

"I don't know what you mean and I don't want to know so just drop it." I grabbed my glasses out of my drawer and started looking back at my computer.

"Like I always say. 'Drunken words are sober thoughts.'" I really hate when she says that. "But you have to admit, she's an interesting person." I sighed.

"Yes she is." Sam nodded, not taking her eyes off me. "But, there's just something bothering me."

"What? She's too hot." I rolled my eyes.

"You are thirty-nine. You're too old for her." She rolled her eyes. "And no. She's hiding something. And usually when it's personal I don't mind, it's just-"

"You really want to know." I nodded my head and put my hands on my head.

"It's just bugging me and it's all that I can think about."

"Well maybe she-"

My office door opened before she could finish. Both Sam and I looked at the door to see Harper walking in with a cup in her hand. She smiled once our eyes made contact and walked up to me.

"Here is your coffee." I smiled a little and nodded my head. I took the cup and put it to my lips and moaned in satisfaction. I have never had coffee like this. At some point during today I started to think she put drugs in it. I looked back up to see her still staring at me.

"What?" I asked. She just looked down and started playing with her fingers.

"You just look really pretty with your glasses." Harper was a little bit in front of Sam so she didn't see her reaction. Sam's mouth was wide open with surprise and excitement. I on the other hand will fully admit that I blushed a little. I haven't really been complimented like that much. I mean a lot of people say that my make-up looks great, or the outfit I'm wearing is 'hot', but no one ever says anything that's about me. The actual me.

Harper cleared her throat once she realized the silence. And started moving her feet. "So what can I do today." I shook off the thoughts I had and looked at her. Once my eyes faced hers I quickly looked away.

"Um, you can just finish editing the chapters I gave you yesterday."

"I finished those." My head snapped to her.

"When did you find the time?" I asked in shock. She noticed my confusion and just smiled.

"When you left," she looked at Sam then back at me. "This morning. After I took a shower I had time so I just finished. Like I mentioned before, I adore your books." I was so astonished by this that I down there had no words.

"Well isn't someone an overachiever?" Sam said as she stood up and smacked Harper on the shoulder. Harper just chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. "Well if you will excuse me, I will be getting back to the phones." I snorted at her because this b***h never actually does any work.

Harper smiled at her as she left. Whenever the door closed it was just us two. I watched as Harper started to rock back and forth nervous which for some reason made me mentally laugh. "Well since you finished, guess you can help me with this book." I watched as her eyes opened a little.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't joke around Ms. Jones." I watched as she rolled her eyes as if she didn't believe me.

"According to last night, I don't think that's true." She said as she sat around my desk and kneeled down beside me. There was literally a chair on the opposite side of the room and it's hard not to see it when you walk in. I shook my head and smiled at her nonsense.

"Well I was drunk, anything I said is to be disregarded." I watched as she zoned out for a quick moment and I'm coming to realize, that's what she does when she's thinking.

"Well, drunk words are sober thoughts." I threw my hands in the air and yelled a little.

"Why the hell does everyone say that? That's not even scientifically proven!" I looked over to see Harper laughing her ass off. There was something inside me that felt different. I started to realize that everytime she laughs the feeling comes back. It isn't something bad, but it also isn't good. As she stopped laughing she noticed me staring at her. I didn't feel it at first but I was smiling. Which is weird because I don't smile much.

Her grey eyes were a replica of the moon. The way they stood out from the white sides of her eyes was such an amazement. Moments went by and I didn't even know. I felt myself leaning into her, I didn't know if I actually was but I confirmed it when I saw her moving closer. Just as I closed my eyes I heard the door open. As my eyes opened I saw Harper move away and clear her throat.

I watched as she stood up and for some reason I felt my heart sink. I looked over to see Eric walking in looking a little pissed. For a split second I thought he saw something but his ass is as blind as a bat. "Where have you been?" She asked annoyed. I looked over at Harper to see her looking at me but quickly looked away.

"Ms. Jones could you give us a minute."