Zoe slowly opened the door, terrified as to what mess she had gotten herself into. Her bathroom door swung open to reveal Dan fully dressed in his wrinkled blue shirt.
"So are you in a better mood now?" snapped the devilishly handsome man. Zoe felt the warmth of anger bubbling in her chest. She got to the point of not being able to contain it any longer.
"Dan! If I hear an ounce of attitude from you! I-I-I," she yelled until she just broke down right onto the floor. Tears streamed down Zoe's exhausted face. Dan walked quietly toward her and sat down in front of her.
"I'm sorry Zoe. C'mon. It's ok. Please don't cry," he pleaded while wiping her tears away.
"What am I suppose to do Dan? For the first time in my life I woke up not knowing what had happened the night before and I LIVED IN VEGAS!" she said, tears still trickling down. Dan couldn't help but laugh.
"How is it that you can be in so much pain and yet you can make me laugh?" he said trying to cheer her up but obviously it wasn't working. "Would it be that bad, Zoe?"
"What?"
"Sleeping with me. I've never had this reaction before. I mean there was this one where I had this stripper," he said mocking Zoe's voice very much like she would do, as she would ramble on about a Vegas story. That made Zoe laugh. The tears had stopped and she was now trying to stand up. Dan followed suit and stood up too. Zoe looked around and noticed a familiar bed, night table, and some purses. This was her house! Her room!
"Oh my god! Dan! This is my bedroom!" she yelled in a panic.
"Yes and?" he said not seeming to understand what the fuss was all about.
"What? You knew we were in my house? So it wasn't enough to have sex with me, you had to do it in my bedroom?" she screamed. She raised her hand back and then slammed it against Dan's cheek.
"I guess that answers my question if your in a better mood or not," he joked quietly.
"I want you out of my house right now," she said quietly keeping her eyes to the floor.
"But Zoe," he said innocently.
"Dan I want you out," she said more harshly. She then saw how hurt Dan was and added, "please." Zoe looked up into Dan's saddened eyes. He slowly walked out. Zoe sat back down onto her bed as she heard a car star up outside her house. She laid back and placed her hand into Dan's bed imprint. It was still warm; you could still smell his cologne. Zoe quietly started to cry again. She stopped suddenly looking at the clock. 7:40.
"Oh no! The kids! School!" she quickly got up then fell back down. Ok head hurts! Oh! I defiantly drank last night. Zoe ran down her steps yelling the kid's name and saying how she slept late. At the end of the steps there was a surprise. Cliff and Hannah were dressed and had their book bags ready.
"Aunt Zoe. C'mon we are going to be late for school!" exclaimed Hannah.
"I'm sooooo glad that you wake up to alarms!" Zoe shouted in joy while grabbing her car keys. They ran out the door. It wasn't until Zoe was half way to school that she realized that she was missing a child.
"Taylor! Where is Taylor?"
"She got a ride with one of her friends."
"Any other time I would be angry at her for not asking me but now…YES!"
Zoe got both kids to school safely and on the way back home she thought about the night before trying to remember anything. She could only remember a few tidbits. She remembered being wet, her in Dan's arms, and a large amount of beer. It couldn't have been a good night. When she got home she changed her clothes to a more work appropriate outfit. She dreaded having to face Dan again. How could he do that to her? He took advantage of her. Zoe came up with a plan. She wasn't going to go near Dan, nor speak to him all day. She knew this wouldn't help the situation but it was the best she could do.