The One Night- Mistake

Chapter 1

I woke up Sunday Morning with a pounding headache, I inhale the sweet smell of- cologne?

I quickly sit up, my head still swimming and pounding. The room smelled of Calvin Klein and sweat.

I look around, black walls, quite a comfy ass bed, large majestic window, this is not my bedroom.

I look beside me and spy a shirtless boy, his head was facing towards me. His lips were slightly opened and his hair was adorably messy. He had a 5 o'clock shadow and the loudest damn snore.

I attempt to discreetly climb out of the tangled sheets, but nothing was discreet about me plummeting to the floor.

I groan and roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling I begin to rethink how dumb I was being.

I hear a groan, much like mine but deeper and manlier.

"What the hell?" the boy sits up and stretched with a slight yawn.

He stretches his arms above his head, his slightly hair chest slowly rising and falling.

As if he heard my heart beating faster than a hummingbird's, he quickly snaps his head towards me.

"Having trouble there?" he chuckles lightly.

"No, no I'm fine." I stand up and ruffle my still straight hair.

He continues to stare at me like I'm a piece of meat.

I look down at my attire, only to realize that I was only in my Pink underwear.

"Jesus fuck." I groan and grab the bed sheets and wrap myself in them.

The boy barks a loud laugh and lays back down, allowing me time to find a random shirt on the ground.

I quickly slip it on, the hem was at my knees but I didn't care.

I begin to pace around the room, attempting to contemplate what the hell happened last night. But that's kind of difficult when you remember absolutely nothing because of a few shots of alcohol.

"Last night was amazing, babe." he purrs.

"That's wonderful that you had a great time." I groan and run my hands through my tangled hair.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself even a little." he smirks, his hands behind his head leaning casually against the head board.

"I don't even remember anything, oh my god this is really, really bad. Oh my god I wasn't supposed to have sex until I'm married, what would my parents say? What would Colette say? What would-"

"Wow, wow. You know Colette? Colette Simmons?" he raises a thick brow.

"Yeah... she's my best friend. Do you go to church with her. Scratch that, I doubt you go anywhere pure."

He frowns and rolls his eyes.

"No, I was supposed to meet her for coffee last night. God damnit she's going to kill me." he actually face palms his forehead.

That's when the dots connect.

"Holy fuck, you're Dallas."

He sits up a little straighter and nods slowly.

"Oh my god."

I begin to pace around the room again, my hands rip through my hair in frustration.

"No, no, no..." I groan.

"Is this something you normally do or.."

I stop and glare at him coldly.

"No, only when I sleep with my best friend's boyfriend!" I practically scream and through my hands up.

"Psh, we're not officially dating." he rolls his eyes like I'm bawling over spilled milk.

"Well this still isn't ok!" I pace even faster and rip even more harshly.

"Houston we have a problem." Dallas laughs to himself like its the funniest joke he's ever heard.

"This is not a laughing matter, what the hell do I tell Colette!"

"You don't tell her anything-" he shuffles out of bed and walks over to me, thankfully wearing grey boxers "-you don't just tell someone that kind of thing." he rolls his eyes.

His bare chest is at eye level with my hazel eyes, making me grow quite uncomfortable. His stare was hard.

"Then w-what do we do?" I stutter, my voice getting caught in my windpipe.

"Nothing. We simply act as if this had never happened."

I nod and purse my lips.

I look up at him and raise an eyebrow.

"You can stop eyeing my boobs now."