Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

  I walked out of the washroom and crashed into a tall man, when I glanced up, I was surprised to look into those familiar mocha eyes, or were they hazel? I couldn't tell due to the dim passage lights. Rowan stood before me wearing his easy grace and that infectious grin that had made me crazy for him.

What was happening to me? Why couldn't I just stand on my two feet without wobbling?

My head was feeling heavy; I guess drinking tequila was a bad idea. And bad ideas were usually suggested by Nina.

I felt dizzy, my feet felt like Jell-O, and I unable to concentrate on the music playing in the background or my surroundings, but his strong iron grip was keeping me steady on my feet or else I would probably be lying on the floor, maybe reciting my sorry story to the people going in and out of the narrow passage.

How did Rowan know where to find me?

I touched his face, and traced his jawline. "Rowan?"

He grinned. "It's Troy, but I can be whoever you want me to be."

I couldn't comprehend a single word because there was too much alcohol in my system. I clenched his jacket collar tightly and started crying. "Why? Why couldn't you just call me?"

"Because....I don't have your number, baby."

I hugged him and cried harder, ignoring his words. "I dreamt about you coming back to me. I can't talk about it to anyone, not even my best friends because they all think I've moved on, but I haven't. I'm trying so hard to forget you."

He traced his thumb over my cheek and I heard him whisper. "If I kiss you, will your pain go away?"

"I want you to kiss me. It's been two years since the last time we kissed."

"How did I kiss you? Remind me, was it slow like I'm head over heels in love with you?"

I nodded.

His fingers slid to the nape of my neck as he tilted my head a little and I felt his soft gentle lips on mine, moving at a slow pace. His tongue entered my mouth deepening the kiss. I liked it. I had forgotten what it was like being kissed, maybe I had fantasized about kissing Rowan most of the nights. But this was different, it was real and wrong at the same time. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, tasting mint on his breath, and a bit of alcohol.

His arms tightened around me.

His lips whispered something in my ear, but I couldn't gather his words.

My eyelids became heavier, and I think Rowan was carrying me somewhere.

Where was he taking me?

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the soft bed underneath me. That's all I needed. To go to sleep.

Suddenly, I felt sick as I puked.

After that, everything was a blur.

All I remembered was a foggy vision of a shirtless Rowan settled on the bed beside me.

***

I woke up like every amateur drunk having a hangover the next morning, but this was the type of a hangover where a person did not recall the incidents of the previous night, just like the hangover movie. I thought it was hilarious. Now, not so much.

I was sprawled in a strange bed in a strange room. I covered my face to shield from the sunlight. My dress was on, but the fabric had rode up all the way. I sat upright in the huge king sized bed and glanced around, trying to place exactly how I was in this bed.

I tried hard to remember what happened after my trip to the club washroom, all I recalled was seeing Rowan in the passageway and kissing him. The details were blank after that. I groaned in frustration. Had Rowan come back from Denmark so he could meet me?

The bedroom was posh, but not too spacious. A huge flat screen mounted up on the opposite side of the wall. A small dresser beside the bed and a door I assumed must be a walk-in closet. A fiery red and black guitar placed in the corner.

I heard footsteps and the door swung open. The tall stranger from the club sauntered in, shirtless, his abs were exposed, there were tattoos running up his arms and his biceps, he was only wearing a pair of jeans, holding a tray of what I assumed was breakfast. The delicious aroma of coffee filled the air. He had the lighter shade of brown hair and striking hazel eyes. When I looked closer, I realized he didn't look so much like Rowan, although a shadow of his features.

The stranger grinned, showcasing a set of white teeth as he placed the tray on the bed and settled beside me. "Good Morning, beautiful. Thought you would be hungry so I fixed you breakfast."

"How...how did I get here?" I asked. I was too damn scared to hear his answer.

"Sweetie, you asked me to take you home last night. And, this is my home." He explained like it was a matter of fact, like he had girls come in and out like that on a daily basis. He grabbed for a toast from the tower of toasts, spread some jam on it, taking a bite as he leaned back on the bed casually. "I bought bagels and cream if you prefer that over toasts."

What have I done?

I had lost my appetite.

"Where's my boyfriend?"

The guy's eyes furrowed as he took a sip of his steaming hot coffee. "Your boyfriend? You mean the blond bartender you were talking to? Didn't see him at all."

I realized he was talking about Gabriel. My heart was beating so fast, not because this guy was good looking, but with the thought of what I may have done thinking that it was Rowan all along.

"Who are you?"

He laughed. In other situations it might have looked sexy, but now it looked downright villainous. "Do you always do this?"

"Do what?" He was testing my patience.

"Spend the night with a guy and then forget their name?" He laughed again. I was starting to feel annoyed. "Because I sure as hell never had a girl forget my name after one night. They always keep coming back to me. You're the first with the amnesia."