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Today started off like it normally does. Except, there's a man in my bed.

The events of last night are all a blur to me, so I have no idea who this guy with the dark hair is, and why he is in my bed. I only remember one thing last night; I lost my virginity. The person who stole it is unrecognizable, mostly because when I try to look back, I only see a blurb. But I know I lost my virginity, which is kind of a relief since I'm already eighteen years old. I should've lost my virginity a long time ago, but it took forever. Finally, it's happened.

"Dude, wake up," I say, slightly pushing the man's face with my hand. He's older than me, but I'm unaware of how much. But he has stubble and a chiseled jawline, which proves that he isn't a high school student like me. And if you're wondering why an eighteen year old girl is still in high school, it's not because I was held back. It's because I started school late.

I hear muffled groans escape from the man's plump lips, and slowly, his eyes open, revealing bright blue irises. The man stares at me and soon, his mouth curves into a small smile. I stare at him in disgust, still not knowing why he's in my bed. He's not the one who took my virginity, is he?

"Good morning, Violet Cannon. How did you sleep?" he asks, smirking a little as he sits up, showing off his upper-body, which consists of his toned six-pack and hard chest. I frown at him.

"Who are you?" I question, ignoring his inquiry as I ask my own.

"Cameron Hughes, however, my friends call my Cam."

"I don't care about what your friends call you. Why the fucking hell are you in my bedroom?" I interrogate, standing up as I hold one of my white sheets up to my very nude body. All I'm wearing is a white substance, which dried onto my lower abdomen.

"Calm down, Violet." He stares at me, his striking eyes holding an emotion that I can't determine. "How did you feel last night?"

"What happened last night?" I ask.

"I took your virginity. With your permission, of course," he explains.

"What?" I ask, surprised. "You know what? Get out of my house."

"No."

"I told you to get out! Don't make me get my daddy. He's a cop, you know," I threaten, leaning against the wall because I feel stress taking over my body already. It's too early in the morning for this.

"Oh, so are you going to tell your daddy that his drunk baby girl was at a club and invited a super hot stranger into her house? Are you going to tell your daddy that you let my take your virginity? Are you going to tell your daddy that his precious little angel had sex?"

The reality that I can't exactly tell on Cameron hits me right in the face, and I roll my eyes at him as I walk past him and towards my dresser.

"Why are you holding that sheet against your body, babe? I already saw you naked."

"That doesn't mean that it was right," I snap, opening my dresser drawer and taking out a bra and a pair of panties, which is actually my lace thong. If you want to know why an eighteen year old girl wears thongs, it's because I don't want anyone to see a panty-line when I wear tight bottoms, thank you very much.

I go into my closet and search for something good to wear, but the thought of an older man watching me from behind has taken over my senses.

"I can help you," he says.

"Help me what?" I ask.

"I can help you find something hot to wear," he clarifies, standing up. He doesn't even bother hiding his lower-body, and my eyes fall to the huge main attraction, which hangs very low and stops at the middle of his bare, hairy thigh. The thought of that thing being inside me gives me a strange feeling.