Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Eight

I wake up laying on my side, I extend my arms above my head, stretching out my back muscles and spine and welcome in a huge yawn. My eyes try to fight against the light that is filling the room as I rub my face in the effort to remove the last bit of sleep from my brain.

  When my sight becomes clear, realisation hits.

  Fuck.

  I'm not at home.

  I glance around the bedroom, taking in the space and how tidy it is. The furniture is wooden, modern and dark and there is a TV mounted to the wall that faces the bed. The walls are light and the blinds that hang at the windows are charcoal in colour. They aren't closed entirely so I imagine that's why the room is bright and full of sunlight.

"Good Morning", Carter's voice interrupts me.

  I look back over my shoulder at him, not moving myself from my comfy position.

"Good Morning", I say with a small hint of a smile.

I'm not sure how many times we had sex last night but all I know is I'm very satisfied, hungry and need coffee. I don't usually sleep over at guys places but I guess I fell asleep after our marathon of fucking, which I'm almost certain finished up around 4am.

  "How did you sle...",

  "COFFEE IS FRESH AMELIA!", Carter's question is cut off by 3 bangs at the bedroom door and Ben yelling from the other side.

Oh my fucking god, in my stupid lust filled haze I totally forgot Benjamin lives here too. I slap my hands hard against my face in an effort to hide and bury myself and my shame.

  How the fuck does he know I'm here? What the fuck am I going to do!? How do I face Ben knowing I just hate fucked his brother ALL NIGHT trying to rid him of my system.

  My cheeks flame a hot red and I scramble out of Carter's bed in search of my clothes. Carter stays still, his head resting on his palm, watching me rush around the room looking for them. I'm not even conscious of the fact that I'm naked and flustered, moving like a maniac around the room.

  I freeze at the realisation that my clothes aren't even in here and that I'm stood naked in broad daylight in front of a guy I barely know.

Fuck why did I fall asleep?

That same guy that has gotten under my skin and affected me in a way no other EVER has and in under 24hours.

  Anger creeps up my spine, resting on my face in its usual place. I stand up straight, doing my best at hiding my body with my small hands.

"My clothes are still out in the kitchen aren't they?", I say to Carter with clear annoyance and embarrassment in my voice.

  "Yeah... look I'll go get them for you if you like?". The thought of him picking up the slutty lingerie I'd worn over here on purpose, along with my carefully orchestrated t-shirt choice all in an attempt at seducing him makes me cringe. He'll see plain as day how much of a hoe I really am.

  "Nah nah, all good, I'll get them", I say with a strong effort to try mask the cunt in my voice, "Can I please have a t-shirt?". 

Carter gets out of bed and pulls on a pair of sport shorts that sit perfectly on his chiseled hips before walking over to his dresser and pulling out a white t-shirt. He walks towards me and places it in my hands. I pull it close to my body, using it to hide what my hands were failing to.

  I look up at him, "Thanks and now can you please turn around?".

He looks confused at my request. I know, I know after what we did last night and how I practically bent over and flashed him everything already this morning and I'm wanting privacy now, doesn't really make sense but he obliges, shrugs and turns around to face away from me.