It Hurt's Instead

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Honestly if I knew my head would hurt as much as it does I wouldn't drink at all

The suns blaring into the room and all I want to do is keep sunglasses on.

As my eyes slowly open there's a glass of water with pills next to it.

So much confusion is running through my head.

I know I'm not at home so where am I?

Did I hook up with someone?

I know I'm not in my dress.

I'm quickly brought out my thoughts as Vincent walks into the room.

He's shirtless letting his abs show like his proud.

He leans against the wall as his eyes are glued on me.

It's almost intimidating but in my case it's making things heat up.

It's interesting how he only has to lean against a wall and I'm already practically drooling.

"Nice to you finally awake" he pipes up

His voice is low but deep and husky like he just woke up himself.

The way I'm already loving his voice is almost scary.

"Did we-?" I pause

He walks over placing his hands on the edge of the bed.

"Fucking drunken women isn't my style"

He pulls me to the edge making sure he is in between my legs.

One arm is still firmly on the bed where's the other is lifting my chin up.

"Though beg me fuck you like that sober and I may just consider it"

I didn't think it was possible to get wet by a voice but I'm just realising it's possible.

I can feel his thumb running across my cheek.

It didn't hurt but I'm guessing it was still red.

"Who did it?" He asks

"What?"

"Mila your cheeks red like someone slapped you"

"Do you want a reward for seeing this shit"

I'm quickly flipped on my stomach as his hand squeezed my ass.

He smacks my ass before I feel his groin being pressed into me.

"Throw attitude like that and I won't stop till your ass is bright red"

He smacks my other cheek making me gasp.

What if his family's home

God why do I always get caught up in the moment.

I'm loving this but at the same time my mind is lost in thoughts.