I woke up, and opened my tired eyes. The sunlight was shining through the cream coloured curtains and I groaned at the headache I was sporting. My eyes were blurry, as was my conscious brain.
All of a sudden my mind cleared and I remembered what happened the previous night. Stupid Zach, stupid alcohol, stupid me. Don't judge me, because I don't drink at all, and that is how easily I get drunk.
Suddenly, something odd hit me. I wasn't at all familiar with my surroundings. Where the heck am I? I was on a bed that looked like it could fit five huge quarterbacks. The walls were painted a mysterious midnight black.
There was a door on the right which lead to the bathroom I guessed. A large sixty inch flatscreen TV was on the opposite wall. And that was all I could see from here.
Suddenly a wave of nausea hit me and I felt like I was about to puke up my organs so I ran towards the door I had seen earlier, praying to whatever god was listening that it actually was the toilet and started puking my guts out into the toilet. Gosh, so gross. There was a huge rounded bathtub in the middle of the room, and a shower next to it. There was a huge mirror opposite the bathtub.
I felt a weird cold sensation flood over my body, making goosebumps raise. I soon realised that I didn't have any clothes on, except for my somewhat sexy lacy black underwear. What the actual heck?
“Well it's nice to see this first thing in the morning." I heard someone behind me say with a husky voice. I turned around to look at a similarly half-naked Zach.
"What on freaking earth are you doing here?!" I screamed at him, grabbing a nearby towel to cover my nakedness.
"Jeez, chill girl. Since this is my bathroom that you are standing very sexily clad in a matching underwear set—never thought you were that kind of girl—the better question would be what are you doing here. " he smirked.
"What am I doing here?!?!" I shouted, half in fear and half in controlled anger.
“Told you that would be the better question. Anyways, you were drunk last night, and I mean full-out-wasted drunk, and I didn't know where you lived so I just brought you back here.
“What the hell!?!”
"Oh. So you wanted me to just leave you lying on the floor drunk off your tiny ass to possibly get raped by some random dude?" Well he did have a point. "And this is how you treat someone that saved you? How nice..."
" Thanks." I muttered under my breath.
“I’m sorry, what was that?"
“I said thanks! Happy now? " I snapped. He just looked at me and smirked. "What happened to my clothes anyways?"
"Babe, who knew you were such a lightweight, don’t you remember what happened last night? I was just nice enough to put on your underwear for you afterwards." he smirked.
"What the heck?" I gasped. "What did we do? What did you do"
"Oh you know what we did,” he winked. "You were so good for a virgin."
"What the hell?! No freaking way!" I shouted as I dashed out of the bathroom trying my hardest to remember what happened last night. This is exactly why I don’t drink: so I don’t make stupid mistakes. I didn't feel sore, so I was quite sure that Zach was bullshiting.
I felt a pair of hands pull me by the waist and felt my back being pressed against someone's muscular chest. "Let go of me Zach."
"You smell so good." he said. His hot breath against my ear and his nose in my mussed up hair sending shivers down my spine. Why did he always trigger that reaction from me?
"Let me go right fucking now." I hissed.
"I know you don' t want me to." his hands started trailing down my body and paused at the edge or my panties. I inhaled a sharp breath. Hey, I was a virgin okay, I had a right to be nervous when a dude starts getting handsy me. I started to struggle.
"Let me go now if you still want to father children."
“What?" I lifted my right leg and kicked backwards, getting him straight in the balls. Hard. He let go of me immediately and fell to the floor clutching his crotch. He was groaning in pain and I couldn't help but laugh.
"See? You should never mess with a girl." I said and continued laughing.
"You're so going to pay for that. The shin and now this. What the hell girl." he said, his voice breathy from the pain.
"Get me some clothes will you?" I said and put my hand out to help him up. He grabbed it and in a sudden burst of strength pulled me on top of him.
His looked longingly at my lips and I could feel his 'buddy' growing hard against my thigh. Shit. He stroked my jaw with one of his fingers and started to lean up towards me. We were so close, just mere inches apart and suddenly, he pushed me away and jumped up. Where did all the pain from the kick to the balls go?
He winked at me and I tried my best to restrain from kicking him in the balls again.
He disappeared into a walk in closet and took out a huge looking t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. He handed them to me. "Here you go." I took them and put them on. He wasn't so bad after all I guess.
"You look better without them on." He smirked and I scowled at him.
“Thanks, it means a lot.”
“No problem babe. You want breakfast?” He asked.
“Okay, sure.” I answered and he went out of the door after putting a grey tee on, covering up his naked torso.
I followed him out of the room and into a hallway with doors on both sides. Wow, this house was huge. We went down a marble spiral staircase and through even more hallways before we made it into the dining room.
Food was already on the table along with a cup of steaming coffee. We sat down and started eating. They tasted so good, I guessed that they were right when they said that food always tastes better on a hungry stomach, whoever they were.
After we finished scarfing down the meal, I asked, "Can you take me home?"
"Oh sure, where do you live?" he asked. I gave him the address and went to the garage. It was filled with what looked like hundreds of sports cars. Lamborghinis', Ferraris’, Audis’, you name it and it was there.
"Wow. Do you actually own all of these cars?" I asked.
“Well duh." we got into a black BMW and headed off. I held my dirty clothes in my bag.
After roughly about ten minutes, we arrived and I got out after thanking him. I ran up the steps to the door and reached into my bag for my keys.
Wait, where are they? I started to panic and literally stuck my head into my bag. No matter how hard I looked, my house keys were nowhere to be found.
I’m so screwed, my parents were on vacation and wouldn’t be back for a week so there was no possibility of me yelling my head off to get my mom to unlock the door. I quickly called Emma but she said in a hangover sort of voice that she was having some family problems so it was best not to stay over. I ended the call after she apologised profusely for not being able to help. I started to think of some place that I could stay, the longer I stood there brainstorming, the more creative I got.
"What's the problem?" I heard Zach ask. Oh, so he hadn’t left yet.
"I can't find my keys, my parents are on vacation. I can't stay at Emma’s." I sighed and kept on running through the possibilities. I was full out panicking.
"Why not just stay over at my house. We have loads of empty rooms." He said. I snapped my head up to look at him incredulously. Was he serious? "Come on, unless you want to sleep in the streets."
I thought of the pros and cons. I didn't really want to stay with him when he may possibly rape me, but I would totally choose being raped by this sexy hunk of a guy rather than a flea infested homo. Not really much of a decision to make… Before I knew it, the answer came out of my mouth. “Fine, but no funny business.” he smirked and I walked back to his car.
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