chapter twenty-seven

GERALD'S POV

I groaned when a bright light tried infiltrating my eyelids. The sun’s warm gaze kissed my skin, and I just was not in the mood for any romantic gestures. I felt something move around my chest and froze. I do not remember buying a pet, and Paula does not sleep in my room.

But that’s when it hit me.

Paula’s gone.

Silvia hates me.

I don’t have a pet.

So what the hell is on my chest?

My eyelids flew apart and my eyes fell on a mop of dark brown spewed across my chest. Soft snores filled my ears, and a bony, well-manicured hand moved across my chest; she was caressing my body as though I were some kind of pillow.

Who the hell was this woman?

And that’s when it hit me again.

The events of the past few hours: Silvia telling me to fuck off; me realizing how much shit my life has become and deciding to be irresponsible; me kissing some random woman in a bar whose name I do not even know.

Fuck.

A weird feeling began dancing within my chest. It made me feel nauseous, and I had thi