Hangover Realisations; What Melbournians Dream About After Espresso Martinis
Hangover Realisations; What Melbournians Dream About After Espresso Martinis
Day 139 of The Andie Chronicles
The water running across my back should have soothed my pounding head, dry mouth and the knot twisted in my stomach.
Alas, it was doing jack shit right now.
You can’t undo the effects of espresso martinis followed by straight vodka, with a few measly ice cubes, with a simple shower.
Nor can you undo the memory of your ex pretending to be some knight in shining armour, when what you really needed was someone to save you from him.
It was the thing no one seemed to understand in my life.
I wanted as far away from Douglas Gallo as possible.
I wasn’t entirely over him, that much I knew. I could still feel his body against mine. And I hoped for something, anything to bring me out of this.
But I was never going to get over him if I had to work with him every single day for the rest of the foreseeable future.
How would I ever move on if everyone was making sure he was still firmly in my life and I couldn’t escape him?
I crawled out of the shower and lay on the cold bathroom tiles. They were heaven against my throbbing skin, my entire body punished from the dehydration.
The older I got, it would seem the hangovers only got worse. I’m waiting for the day it turns around and I can drink like the old people at the RSL on a Friday night.
They seem to have a bottle of wine and still wake at six the next morning, without hesitation. I also had to wonder; if the hangovers get better, do the breakups get better too?
Clearing a space at my desk in my bedroom, I felt determined to get some of my own work done, the things I needed to make my moves.
To take back my business.
I had a million things to do. The list of where to start was growing, so much so that I hadn’t even gotten to any of my list.
The biggest issue facing me was the capital to make Highway on my own. Without Sophia and GG’s investment, I was relying on myself and what I earned.
Everything else I had to do didn’t seem to compare to the money. Yet, I have this steely determination. I could do it without the money. Some way I would get it done.
Hangover and all, right?
But as I took my seat and pulled out my notebook and sketches, I heard James pounding down the hallway and into my room.
Quickly I shoved everything under a pile of clothes, hiding all that I could from plain sight. “Babe, tell me you have the Panadol.”
“Yeah, it’s in the bathroom.”
That was a close call, I mused.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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