THE DRUNK CALL

#8

"You can take a shower if you feel like it." He asked me.

I actually wanted to take a shower because I smell alcohol from head to toe. But I have no clothes with me and I'm not going to wear the same smelly ones again.

"I don't have any clothes," I said.

"Don't worry, I've got a few that might fit you." He said and went to the door, which I guess is the closet.

A few minutes later he came back with a t-shirt and shorts in his hand.

"Here, this can work for today,"

"Thank you," I said and went to the bathroom.

I took my time to wash myself and do a little thinking.

This guy is definitely handsome and sexy but still can't trust him. Don't know why but he gives me a different type of vibe but all positive. There is something in his personality that attracts me to trust him.

Hell! I don't even get his name. But whoever he is, he's definitely rich. His house is damn big to fit 5 families together. And he lives alone in this big house. It has a swimming pool and a big hall with a direct opening in the front yard. His house is basically my dream house.

I'm definitely enjoying myself here. We should be friends so at least I can come here to hang out once a week.

After taking my full time in cleaning myself. I tried on the clothes he gave, which was too big for me but I still managed to wrap them carefully so that they don't fall in front of him.

I left the bathroom with my hair still wet from the bath. I didn't expect him to be waiting for me in the room but here he is resting soundly on the bed and I can't even complain because it's his house.

"Oh, you're do-" he stopped talking when he saw me. I was shocked to see myself. I mean why not I look so stupid in this t-shirt and too loose shorts. I cleared my throat to catch his attention and he finally looked at me.

"I mean dinner is almost ready," he said and rushed out of the room.

And again I forgot to ask his name.

I dried my hair with a dryer and went out for dinner. I had a huge pizza not so long ago so I'm not that hungry but yeah I still get a bite or something.

Reaching the kitchen I found him sitting on the head of the table.

"Did you cook this?" I asked.

"No, my cook. Why?"

"No, it's just I don't see any cook here," the house is practically empty.

"He just left before you entered." He explained. Well, I'm glad because I don't want anyone to see me like this.

"Shall we start?" He asked and I nodded.

"I didn't get your name?" He asked me while eating his pasta.

"Ah, it's Kiara and your?" I asked.

"Ian," he replied.

Ah, finally! Ian!

"So, nice to meet you, Ian."

"Nice to meet you too Kiara." We both laughed.

At that moment we laughed and talked a lot. He asked me how I got him and I said I myself have no idea. I was trying to call my ex but somehow, I called him.

Ian is a very dashing guy, he's funny, charming, doesn't talk too much but his smile is just so pretty.

Most of the time I was just staring at him.

Gosh! Stop staring girl.

After dinner, I helped him with the dishes.

"Uhm, it's pretty late, I think I should leave," I announced.

"Can't you stay?" He suddenly asked. And I looked at him in shock.

"I was joking, let's go, I'll drop you," he said and walked toward the exit.

I gave him the address and he dropped me at my place. We talked a lot in the car too. I get to know him a lot and what he likes. But there was this awkward sexual tension between us during the whole ride.

Maybe it's because I was wearing his clothes or maybe I was not wearing anything underneath.

He dropped me home and I waved him bye. In a flash, his car was out of my sight. I took a deep breath and went back to my house.