The next morning Priscoll opened his eyes and groaned, running his hand over his head and moaning. He sat up and noticed me beside him and he was shocked, wondering if we had sex again. He couldn't remember anything because of the liquor he had last night.
"Oh God! What? Was I really drunk last night? Poor me, I wonder what she will do if she wakes up"
He thought, smiling.
After realizing he was almost late for the conference meeting, he smiled and headed to the bathroom. He waited a little longer for me to wake up so we could eat breakfast together, but I didn't and he left.
I woke up feeling tired, remembering what happened last night and couldn't forget that feeling. I kept smiling and whished he was like this everyday.
At the conference room, he was lost in thought during the meeting, he wasn't paying attention.
" Mr priscoll?" Sam called out
"Sir....." Director James called
His mind elsewhere.
