The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Dominic

Yhannie's bedroom reeked with the stench of the hangover. My eyes were still closed and wanted to stay like that for a little longer; however, my nose is certainly wide awake inhaling all the awful smell of alcohol, making their escape out of our bodies. I'm sure it isn't the first time it reeked with such foul smell, but I can't deny the lingering fact that it smells awful this time. It's probably because we had too much alcohol last night.

"Er,"

Keeping my eyes closed, I let my hand crawl in hopes of locating Yhannie and in order to wake her up just to make the situation lighter. Perhaps she can open some of the windows or spray some air freshener. I quickly pulled the hair that my finger found only to be surprised by a deep virile voice. That's not even Yhannie's hangover voice, and it sounded so masculine that it rapidly got my attention.

"What the fuck man!" The hoarse voice yelled, and I almost jumped out of bed.

"Woah!" I opened my eyes in an instant only to spot a guy curled beside me. I'm sure I went home with Yhannie last night so why the fuck is there a man in here?

Don't panic; I whispered to myself as I slowly sat down on the bed without letting my sight off the man. I laid my eyes around the room, and just the mere presence of a dressing table organized with make-up surely convinced me that I went home with Yhannie.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, trying to recall if I ever hooked up with this guy last night. My chest stopped for a brief moment. I swear I'm going to set myself on fire if by any chance I did hook up with this guy. I promised to myself that I would take Valentine back and I will hold on to that.

"Who the fuck are you?" The man spat back at me, imitating the way I said it.

I just ignored him, and with a quick snort, I stepped out of Yhannie's room. I found Yhannie serving some French toast in her own kitchen.

"Who's that guy?" I asked as I settled down on a chair.

"You mean Trevor?" Yhannie replied.

"That's his name? Trevor? It doesn't even suit him; he has got some attitude."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. He's just my hook-up." Yhannie said making it seem like it's nothing serious.

"Hook-up huh? Alright!" I trailed somehow refusing to believe this woman. I still know Yhannie even after being disconnected for a long time, but I'm more than confident that there are some other things about her, perhaps a few significant changes, that I still have to discover. It's been five years since the last time I've known my best friend and who knows she's got something going on with her love life.

"I'm serious, Nick. He's just a hook-up and nothing else." Fixing her eyes to mine, Yhannie insisted.

There was a moment of silence as Yhannie finished serving our breakfast before I began opening my mouth to speak.

"Was it fun?" I teased.

"Was it fun? Of course it was fun. It's damn sex, Dominic! Everyone loves sucking and getting sucked. You, of all people should know that." She turned around and went straight to the fridge. "Soda?"

"Do you have ginger ale?" I requested. "I mean was it fun doing it with me snoring around?" I clarified. I just assumed that they had sex with me passed out right beside them. I don't even remember the guy being with us when we went out of the club.

"Nick!" She yelled and then burst into a burst of hysterical laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked as she inched her way to hand me a bottle of Schweppes.