Justina awoke to the feeling that someone was trying to jackhammer her brain into a million pieces. She really needed to learn not to drink so much anymore, she wasn’t getting any younger and certainly couldn’t drink like she used to. Letting out a groan, she attempted to roll onto her side and curl up into the fetal position but the arm across her stomach stopped her. Her stomach turned and Justina wasn’t sure if it was from the hangover or the paralyzing fear that she had once again done something stupid while drunk.

Opening her eyes slowly she took in her surroundings. She was in her own hotel room, a good thing but the place looked like a tornado had hit it, not a good thing. Justina pushed herself up into a sitting position trying her best not to awake whoever was next to her. Clothes were spewed across the floor and other pieces of furniture and Justina closed her eyes again praying that didn’t mean what she thought it did. One look down at the lack of clothes she wore confirmed her worst fear. She had managed to indulge in enough alcohol the night before to invite someone back to her room.

She was pressed back against the wall, her leg wrapped around his waist as she tilted her head to the side. His lips continued pressing kisses on the exposed skin every so often nipping at it as well. She bit back a moan, a hand running through his hair. “Fuck, Spencer. Don’t stop.”

Looking to her left Justina’s worst fears were confirmed as she saw Spencer Russo wrapped in the sheet next to her. She was going to be sick; she had slept with the one man she couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with. She eased herself out of the bed, grabbing the blanket that had been haphazardly left on the ground wrapping it around her naked body as she headed for the bathroom. Out of all the things she could have done the night before while drunk this certainly topped the list.

Justina rested her hands against the bathroom counter avoiding looking at herself in the mirror. She felt sick about the whole thing and wasn’t sure if it was the hangover taking affect or the fact that she had spent the night with Spencer. She took a deep breath, her hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly as she finally looked at herself in the mirror. This was just like Vegas all over again, but while after she left Vegas she never had to see her quickie husband again, she was forced to spend day after day on set with Spencer. And then all the film promotions, they were linked for the next however many years and this was the last thing Justina wanted to add to the mix. It was hard enough to stomach Spencer on a good day but now having slept with him things were all screwed up.

She made her way back to the bedroom where Spencer was still out like a light. Grabbing her clothes from the floor she placed them back in her suitcase before pulling on a plain t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She had stalled long enough and it was time to face the music so to speak. Picking up what she assumed was Spencer’s jeans she tossed them at his face trying to wake him up as annoyingly as possible.

“Russo. You better get your ass out of that bed in the next five minutes or I swear you won’t like the alternative.”