The Auction Block (Agents of Interpol 1)

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"What are we going to do," he asks, his voice strained.
"Keep trying, Mr. Mason. Keep being there. Remember what you told me when I first met you?"
"Never give up and never lose hope," he whispers.
"I think the same thing applies to her."
"Ugh." I groan, opening my eyes. The room's unfamiliar, and my stomach lurches. "Fuck." I roll onto my side.
A trashcan appears in front of me as I sit up and heave. I squeeze my arms around it, my stomach bringing up all the alcohol left there. I cough and vomit, shakes rolling through my body. At least I'm awake, finally.
Fuck me!
Delicate hands pull my hair back from my face. I heave into the trashcan again. The bed shifts next to me, and a firm hand splays across my back.
"Get it up, Lily," Blake coaxes.
Another round of heaves explodes. All the while, he gently rubs my back, and Teresa holds my hair.
Teresa lets go of my hair and hands me a towel. I press it over my mouth, and her hands work into my hair.
She's braiding my hair. "Thank you, Teresa," I mutter through the towel.
"De nada, mi hija," she says. Welcome, my child.
I smile. "Lo siento."
She chuckles. "Don't apologize, Miss Lily. ┬┐Habla espanol?"
"Yes. I speak a lot of languages, actually." I lay the towel over my knee and hold my head between my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. "Where are we?"
"My room," Blake says. "What do you need, Lily?"
"A shower." I lift my head.
The room spins, and I almost fall off the bed. He wraps his arms around my waist, and stands. We shuffle into his bathroom, and he sits me on a stool.
"Can you manage?"
"I'll get Teresa to bring you some clothes. I need to speak to Jax."
"About what?" I lift my head, searching his face for some understanding.
"You. Don't worry about it right now. Get a shower and lie down, okay? Teresa will get you anything you need." He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead.
He turns and ambles out of the room. Trembling, I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower. The hot water makes my head cloudy, so I switch to cooler water instead. I shiver, but slowly, the fuzziness of my hangover dissipates.
Using Blake's shampoo and body wash, I scrub the disgusting feeling away. Bits and pieces of my outburst flash through my mind. I groan, leaning against the shower wall.
Oh, God help me.
Tears burn my eyes and spill onto my cheeks. I'm going to have to face them today. I angrily swipe the tears from my face, and breathe deeply. Shutting the water off, I step out, wrapping a towel around myself. The fuzziness is gone, but my head's pounding.