
24 Hours
Hour 1
Where am I? This is not my hotel room. That is definitely a man laying next to me. Is this some Hangover type shit? I cannot believe this is happening. To me out of all people. Mama's gonna kill me when I get home...
I rolled out of bed trying to make sense of what happened the night before. I tripped over a pair of shoes on the floor. My shoes, actually. Good to know I still have my $600 heels. My phone however, is nowhere to be found.
I unwrapped one of the plastic cups and let the faucet fill it with water. According to the mini shampoo bottles, I was at the MGM Grand. Okay, my friends and I were definitely staying in the Venetian. Maybe my phone is back in my room.
"And that's about the time she walked away from me. Nobody like's you when you're 23." I sang as I looked around for my clothes and possibly my cellular device. I started dancing, hoping that would change the fact that I woke up in my undergarments with a strange man without any of my personal belongings.
I swear, tequila does not make my clothes fall off. Well, it usually doesn't.
My readers are going to love my blog post about my weekend in Vegas. Except some things will stay here. Probably the name of that man with a nice ass in the bed. If I ever find it out, that is.
I took a gulp of the water and let it settle for a minute. "Oh shit." I covered my mouth and was off to the bathroom. After washing out my mouth, I was on a search for my jeans and shirt.
As a southern girl, I was raised to be a lady. As the song goes, Mama tried. She succeeded with my three older sisters, but I was definitely the rebel of the bunch. Not so much rebel, I guess. But I did rebel against my mother. My dad just laughed and waited on the porch with a shotgun when boys brought me home.
Sorority girl? No. But I do love bows. I graduated with honors. It wasn't that hard when you got a business degree. Or at least I didn't think it was.
My friends and I came to Vegas to have one last weekend before having to deal with the real world. I don't think anything special happen but I did makeout with someone who looked like Hoodie Allen. Other than that, I honestly can't remember. I think one of my friends got married to her boyfriend because we were at one of those churches...
Found my clothes. Finally. Now time for a shower. If I had my phone, I would be able to sing along to some music, but for now I'd have to settle for acapella. Pitch Perfect all up in here.
Oh, the thoughts of a hungover southern belle.
"First things first, I'm the realist." I started singing, but I didn't finish the whole song. Whenever I forgot a verse, I started a different song. I'm sure I'd get a ton of hits if someone were recording this.
As I got out of the shower, I heard the body I woke up next to start to stir. I quickly put on the robe and walked out to see a naked man standing in the room with me.
"Oh shit." He grabbed a pillow to cover up his, you know. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" I crossed my arms and moved my weight to one foot. Have to get that southern sass out in the open.
"You're in my hotel room. Answer me first." He looked at me like I was supposed to know who he was. I really just couldn't take my eyes off of his lips.
"I'm Annabelle Winston. Now can I know your name?" I raised a brow, hoping he would tell me. I wasn't one for games. Especially not when I'm hungover.
"I'm Taylor Hall."
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