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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
"𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐘"
TW: mentions of rape appear in this chapter, though it doesn't happen, along with thoughts of SH and suicide. Please disregard reading any further if this troubles xx
I WOKE UP IN A DIFFERENT BED than the one I slept in the night before. My first intention is to look and see if my clothes are on. Pulling up the comforter, I see myself in a random, giant white shirt, along with some sweatpants. Someone must've changed my clothes which can only mean they saw my body... Which means they touched me! I start to freak out and search my body for any hickeys or bruises. My skin is just fine, though. Not a single cut in sight. Just peachy tan as always.
I finally decide to look around the room for any hints of who's it could be. It seems familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. There's a wooden desk in front of the bed, holding an old Microsoft computer and multi-colored pens. Next to it, is what I assume is the entry door. I also spot three other doors. One for a bathroom, another for a giant closet, and the last for the balcony. I could also spot some posters of milfs laying sexy on top of motorbikes. Oh, dear god. Did I really sleep with a douchebag who likes to jerk off to these type of women? Goddamn, Faye. You suck.
After awhile, I lay back onto the comfy bed, resting my eyes. I still have a huge headache from all the beer last night. I don't bother to look who it is when I hear my formal nightstand walk out of the bathroom. A subtle thump is heard next to my left ear. Shuffling emits. Then, their warm breathe fogs into my small earlobe, making me all hot and bothered. I will admit, I got super wet from this. Then, their shower droplets splatter against my face. I then open my eyes, oh so curious of who it is.
It's the unexpected.
The most, disappointing, appalling, face reveal ever.
"Well, good morning Princess," Rafe snickers, smirking haughtily.
I groan at the sound of his pretentious voice.
"Please... Tell me I didn't sleep with you," I mumble.
"Now, why would you think I'd do such a thing, sweetheart? That's against my rule book to fuck women while under the influence. That's basically rape, don't you agree?" He raises a brow in speculation.
