Chapter 16: Accountability

Michael’s POV

The sun pierced through my curtains. What time was it? Why did my head hurt? I sat up in bed, my covers falling to my waist. Why am I naked? A few events from last night that weren't blurry rushed to my head. It felt like a rock band had moved into my brain and decided to throw a party.

On the floor, by my bed was an empty Hennessy bottle and a condom wrapper. What in the hell happened last night? Had I brought Havana here?

"No more alcohol," I mutter.

Placing my feet on the carpet in an attempt to stand, more repressed memories flooded me. As if my head wasn't already killing me. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. Not only did I kiss Jane, but I slept with her!

If the result of drinking was bad decisions on top of a headache, then I wanted as far away from liquor as possible. Wait until my best friend, Jack heard about this. He'd never let me live this down.