Authors Note
Thank you all for commenting again. I laughed as I read them.
Yes, Donovan Boyd has quite a rocky road in front of him. How we will get to a HEA? Well... You have to wait and see :D
Stay tuned Peeps!
Boyd's POV
My alarm clock rings and signals that it is time for me to get up for work.
The sleeping beauty next to me stirs lightly, but doesn't wake up.
I get out of bed, shower, brush my teeth and decide against shaving. I am not in the mood for a clean look today.
I get myself a cup of coffee and lean against the bedroom door frame, looking at the woman lying in my bed.
Last night was a mistake. We were both drunk, she more than me and I shouldn't have taken advantage of her. I should have done the right thing and let the cab drop her off at her house, but as she kissed me at the Penny, it was as if she ignited a fire. As girly as this sounds right now, but I was instantly addicted to her and needed more.
Who knew that she had such a body? I only saw her in casual clothes twice and both times she wore bigger clothes.
Even though last night was incredible and the sex unbelievable good, I know that this has the potential to blow up in my face. This can never happen again.
I look at my watch and realize I have to go. I put two Advil and a glass of water on her side of the bed and leave a note next to it.
I leave for work, trying to push the events of last night out of my mind.
Mia's POV
My head is pounding. It feels like someone is using a jack hammer to get through my skull. I shouldn't have drunk this much last night.
My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the sun on my skin. Did I leave my blinds open again?
I slowly dare to open my eyes and the first thing that becomes clear is that I am not in my own bed. I look next to me, but that side is empty.
I try to sit up, but even the tiniest movement is making the pounding in my head worse. "URGG" I let out as I successfully manage to sit up against the head board.
It is a nice big bed room. The walls, the bed frame and the closet are white. The carpet, the bed sheets and the bedside tables are black or dark blue. I cannot identify that moment, since I have to keep my eyes half closed because the sun is shining brightly into the room.
On the bedside table on the side where I am lying, are two Advil's and a glass of water, which I gladly take.
Ten minutes later, the pounding has stopped and I can open my eyes a little more. I take the note and open it.
'Good morning
hope these will help you feel better. I had to go to work. Help yourself to the food in the fridge, which will help with the hangover.
Extra towels are in the cabinet, in the bathroom.
If or when you leave please set the alarm. Code is taped to the milk in the fridge!'
The note is not signed and I still have no idea in whose house I am at. Instead of wrecking my brain, I decide to make use of the shower.
I get up and wander into the bathroom. There is no indication whose house this is either, so I jump into the shower and stay there for what feels like an hour.
I dry off and dress in my clothes from last night, which were spread out all over the bedroom. After that I make my way downstairs to find the kitchen.
After one wrong try I am successful in finding it and inspect the fridge. I end up toasting a couple of slices of white bread. On the counter I find nutella and honey. I also make myself a cup of coffee, after opening all the cupboards to find a mug.
This mystery man has a serious sweet tooth, or he has a girlfriend. This wouldn't be good at all! I don't like cheaters and I don't like to be used for cheating.
Holding a toast with nutella in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, I wander around the house, trying to find a photo or any clue, who this house belongs to.
There are no pictures anywhere. I double check the living room and bedroom, but there is nothing. But on my way though the house I do find my bag next to the front door as well as my shoes. I check my phone for pictures from last night, but they aren't any.
Just as I turn around to go back to the kitchen, the door bell rings. I hesitate, but then go and open the door anyways.
"Good morning" The cute postal man greets me with a smile.
"Good morning to you too" I try to put a little cheer into my voice but I don't succeed. The pounding in my head is coming back. I need to take some more Advil.
"I have a package here for your neighbours, who are not at home at the moment. Would you mind signing for it and giving it to them later?" He asks me.
"I am sorry, I can't do that. I won't be here for a few days." I shoot him an apologetic look.
"Okay. Thank you anyways. I will just try the neighbour on the other side" He tells me. "Have a good day" he ads and walks down the steps.
In that moment it hits me and I turn to look at the name on the door bell. 'Boyd' is written in bold letters underneath it.
"OH SHIT" I say to myself multiple times, followed by "This is bad. What the hell happened last night?"
I close the door and take my bag back to the kitchen. I sit down on the kitchen island and fish out my phone out of the bag again.
"Please pick up...pick up...pick..." I mumble to myself until Amy answers.
"Heeyyyyy how is the hangover?" She asks as she picks up.
"Urggg don't start. Maybe you can fill me in as to what happened last night?" I ask her pleadingly.
"Do you not remember?" She asks back and laughs.
"HEY...turn down the volume of your voice please! My head cannot take that right now!" I tell her and put my head on the cool kitchen counter.
She laughs again. "Come on this is funny" Amy tells me and I groan. "For once it's you asking me for the events of the previous night."
"So are you going to tell me what happened?" I ask her again.
"Sure..." She agrees but I have the feeling that she is spotting the wides grin right now.
I usually receive a call from her around midday, after our nights out. Always asking for the events of the night and then telling me off, for not stopping her drinking those shots. I usually follow that up with telling her to control her alcohol intake.
"How much do you remember?" Amy asks and I take a moment to think about that.
"Well I remember loosing against Tim in Dart, followed by a lot of shots of tequila and after that nothing." I tell her.
"Well we did do a lot of shots, but Tim and I left around midnight. You were still there. You were saying something along the lines of telling Boyd what an ass he is. I am not sure if you did or not. I told you not to, but we left so I am not sure, if you did or not." She informs me.
"Was he still there as you guys left?" I ask her, needing to be sure I didn't just rock up at his front door telling him what I thought of him.
"Yeah, he was still there talking to Callaghan." Oh good, I am not a stalker after all.
"Okay...thank you Amy." Well at least I know a little of what happened last night.
"You are welcome. You want to come to the Penny tonight? Tim and I fancy another drink" The way she said that sentence makes my head shoot up.
"OH MY GOD" I scream into the phone. "You hooked up with Tim last night, didn't you?"
"I..." She starts, but then must decide that she wouldn't get away with lying to me. I know her too well for that. "Yes, we have."
"I KNEW IT" I shout again, but my head doesn't like that at all. I get up and to hunt down some more Advil.
"Don't sound so smug about it, Mia" Amy states in a mock annoyed voice.
"You are grinning like a fool right now, aren't you?" I ask her.
"Damn it..." She says and laughs.
"Well...it was about time. You have been dancing around each other since the academy." I tell her and mean it. Since those two laid eyes on each other the sparks have been flying like crazy.
"Well...yeah...I guess so." She caves in. "Listen Mia, I have to go. Think about coming with us tonight okay?"
"Okay" I don't tell her that I probably won't come, but if I tell her now she will be badgering me all day about it.
We hang up and I finally find some Advil in the en-suite bathroom of Boyd's bedroom. I take two and lay down on the bed for a few more minutes, giving the tablets time to do their magic.
I slept with Donovan Boyd. I can't believe it. How did this come about? I really would love to get those questions answered, but I think it would be for the best to wait until I am back at work.
As the tablets finally start to work I get back up, make the bed and grab my bag out of the kitchen. As he asked, I turn on the alarm on my way out and then lock the door behind me.
The sun is high on the sky and makes me wish I had my sunglasses with me.
I get home by taxi and just as I am about to put my key into the door, it swings open and my brother stands in front of me with a grim face. "Where have you been?" He asks in a snappy voice.
"Why? What is wrong?" I am asking, worried that something had happened. Then again Will could have easily called me on my mobile phone, if something bad happened.
"You didn't come home last night. I called the station, if you were still working or something happened, but they told me you were off at eight last night" He snaps at me again. I push passed him into the house and drop my bag on the couch.
"You could have just easily called my mobile phone and found out!" I tell him and move into the kitchen. My stomach demands food again, the two toasts I had at Boyd's place weren't enough.
I take eggs and bacon out of the fridge and turn around to Will. "Do you want some food?"
"Are you going to tell me where you were?" Mr. Grouchy responds and I am getting slightly annoyed.
"No, I will not. I am 25 years old and it is none of your business where I spend my nights." I tell him in a stern voice, that leaves no room for an argument and go about my task. "Do you want some eggs or not?"
"I was worried Mia!" He tells me. "This is not like you to stay out all night!"
"Fine I will just make extra for you too" I throw the bacon in one pan and the eggs in another and then turn around to Will again. "I am fine. I deserve a night out. I have worked my ass off lately and I needed to let off some steam. As you see I am fine, so you can stop worrying now!"
As Will found out that Tim, my ex-fiancée, cheated on me, he came to our place, packed my bags and moved me out the same day. Plus he gave Tim a broken nose, after I gave him a black eye.
Will has always been overprotective of me. We are just a couple of years apart in age and he always dragged me everywhere he went, so he could keep an eye on me. The boys from my school didn't come anywhere near me, because they were scared of Will and our Dad.
I didn't get my first boyfriend until I went to college and that one wasn't introduced to the family until we were dating for a year. I didn't want them to scare him away. Even then my brother gave him the 'You hurt my sister, I will hurt you speech'.
He did the same with Tim, but apparently Tim didn't listen.
"I will always worry about you!" He says and smiles at me.
"Well I am worried about you too." I say and earn a frown from him. I turn around and finish of our meal, before putting it on the table.
My brother gets two bottles of water out of the fridge and we sit down to eat.
"Why are you worried about me?" He asks after he took the first bite.
"Because you don't get out enough. You are at work constantly and since I live here, which has been now three month, I have never seen any of your friends or hook ups here." I say and look at my brother. He looks tired. "And you need to take some time off. You look tiered as hell."
"Thanks Sis. And I know I have been working my ass off, but the head detective's position is opening up and I applied for it. I just want to show them that I am the perfect man for the job." He tells me and I roll my eyes.
"I know that is a bullshit excuse. You don't need to work horrendous overtime to get the promotion. You are trying to avoid getting back out into the dating pool aren't you?" I finish of my meal and take a large gulp out of the water bottle.
"No, I am not" He exclaims and also finishes of his food.
"Will you have to get yourself back out there!" I exclaim.
As good as my brother can judge a person's character when it comes down to the guys I am dating or suspects, but when it comes to his love life that ability goes out the window.
"Just because Dave couldn't handle you being a cop, doesn't mean there the rest of the single guys are like that too." He looks at me and shakes his head, then gets up and takes our plates to the sink.
I am more than thankful that we have a dishwasher. With the hours we both are working, the plates won't start rotting away in the sink.
"Just drop it Mia, Please?" Will turns around with a pleading look on his face.
"Okay I will drop it. Just promise me to get out more often?" He comes over and gives me a hug.
"Okay I will. But don't think I noticed how you nicely changed the subject from you to me! I still like to know where you were!" He tells as he lets go off me and I laugh.
"I am not going to tell you" I tell him and shake my head.
Will goes to work an hour later and I do not move off the couch until dinner time. Numbing my mind with TV, trying not to think about the fact that I slept with Donovan Boyd and cannot remember it.
Boyd's POV
I walk in the door and half expect her to still be here. But she is not. The house is empty and I am once again alone in my own home.
Not sure if I should be relieved or disappointed by that.
I take my Chinese takeout with me into the living room and turn on the TV.
The whole day I blocked out the events of last night, but now that I am back here it keeps bubbling up. How she felt under my hands, the way she moved with me and how she screamed my name.
It had been a while since I had good sex and I assume that last night will replay in my mind for quite some time, but a repeat is out of the question!
