'HOLY SHIT!' Madalyne takes a deep breath when she realizes what just happened. She feels hot and bothered but at the same time confused; how can a stranger with whom she just made an eye contact for half a second make her this excited?
As if he jus...
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Madalyne's POV
I try to shift my legs but horribly fail. I try to open my eyes but my head hurts so badly. My lower body feels paralyzed. What the fuck? I try shift my upper body but something warm is wrapped around my waist, holding me.
Despite the room being dark, I find it hard to open my eyes. Why does everything feel so unfamiliar? The bed is so comfortable that I don't want to get up. I never had dark curtains in my room. What the fuck? Where am I?
Then I realize that a masculine arm is holding me as if I would run away. I want to jolt right away but I can't even move. I slowly open my eye lids only to meet with a tattooed arm. I slowly flicker my eyes to observe the whole room.
Dark grey curtains, grey ceiling with golden strikes. A huge painting of a mythical creature on the wall facing me. Only friends know how much I like painting; something I have been doing since I was fifteen.
I am so enthralled by the room that I don't even realize when I turned around, lying on my back.
'You are kidding!' My mind is storming right now. I can't even say anything. How did things get to here? I lay on my back, looking at the man beside me. Shit!
I barely remember what happened after stepping into the club? Out of all man in the whole club, I chose to sleep with him?
Just yesterday, we were fighting about a seat and today, I am on his bed with him. I flashback to last night.
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"TONIGHT IS MY NIGHTTT!"
"Take me, take me anywhere away from here,"
"Xavier, pleas- Ahhh"
"Count,"
"One,"
"Two- ahhh,"
"And now I am going to fuck you so hard that you can't even move your legs to stand up,"
-
Everything comes back in a flash.
Fucking hellll! I stare at him, with wide eyes and gaping, remembering what we did. I find him staring at the ceiling, frowning. Then he slowly begins to turn his head to his right connecting our eyes.
Well shit!
The blue-eyed half-naked man immediately joints up in a sitting position glaring at me while clenching his jaw. A sight I could always wake up to- Madalyne stop!
"You!" He growls. I can tell he is fuming. He grips a fistful of his messy hair.
"No you! You brought me here on purpose to get back at me," I get up a little while my left elbow supports me.
"Shut up! You asked me as far as I remember," I can tell he is about to lose it all.
"I-I didn't- I was drunk!," I try to reason while he raises his brow.
