𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 (18+)

𝟏𝟕. 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝

dazed and confused
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I've been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Sweet little woman, say what you will
Tongue wag so much when you end up in hell

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I had no slutty clothes in my closet. I wasn't very fond of clubbing anyways so it was pretty unfamiliar to me. After contemplating my options for a half-hour, I pulled out a pink short sparkly dress that my former roommate had left behind when she moved out. Perhaps now was the right time to use it.

In those cups, there was way too much room for boobs, but I managed to fix it so I wouldn't flash anybody. The top portion of the dress, which was actually a corset, sparkled in the light. My round buttcheeks were barely covered by the simple satin skirt that made up the bottom half.  For a brief moment, I wondered how Mr. White would react if he saw me in that dress.

When my phone started ringing, I shook my head. Tina had called to see where I was. I rushed down my building's stairs, almost tripping in my high heels, knowing how late I was.

"Girl, I'm not your boy, don't keep me waiting." Tina rolled her eyes.

"I literally had nothing to wear but this. Sorry, I had a fucking crisis."

"Well, you look hawt."

I chuckled at her words and applied lip gloss while Tina started her car and drove to her favorite club. Unlike me, she was a professional clubber, so she knew all the coolest places in town. When she parked in front of a massive neon-lit building, one of the club's bouncers approached us with a charismatic smile. He only spoke to Tina, who managed to get us in without us having to wait in line.

As soon as we entered, the loud music pierced my eardrums. I wasn't used to the environment, so it took some time for me to stop feeling out of place. Three shots of tequila later, I was making my way through the crowd to our spot near the VIP section. I had two more drinks in my hands, a Mojito for myself and a Dry Martini for Tina. I was carefully holding both glasses up when I was hit by something, which caused me to spill Tina's Martini all over the floor and some of it on my thighs. I let out a gasp and backed up.

"For fuck's sake!" I began to turn around. "You fu-"

My words were cut short when I saw Mr. White standing right there. Those eyes... they were his. I immediately shook my head; Mr. White would never have gone to a club like that. I checked again and realized those familiar eyes belonged to Archer. I staggered, still a little dizzy from the shots, and looked at him, my face incredulous.

"Audrey?" He let his eyes wander on my body and then up again to my face. "Are you alright?" I couldn't stop staring at him because he reminded me so much of his father. Maybe it was because I had a little too much to drink.

"I'm..." Not good. I was not good at all. The Martini was all over me and I was in front of Archer White in a slutty dress. "I'm fine! Just need to get to the restroom and clean this up." I had to raise my voice slightly,and when he understood what had happened, he asked me to follow him and guided me to the VIP section.

"Here, use this one." He indicated a private restroom with a staff sign hanging on it. I left him with the only drink left – my Mojito – and went to clean myself so I didn't smell like gin for the rest of the night.

When I came out, Archer was still standing there, with a worried expression that changed to relief when his eyes met mine. I gave him a reticent smile and reached for my drink. He shifted his hand backwards before I could grab it, and when I frowned, he laughed at my face. "Give it back!" I got a little bratty about it, that I have to admit. My mature side was taken away by those three shots of tequila.

"First you have to promise to dance with me."

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue at him. "Fine. One dance."

We returned to Tina with a brand new Dry Martini. She was taken aback by Archer's sudden appearance, but she was quickly distracted when her favorite Timberlake song began to play. I saw her dance away her stress in the middle of the room with a guy I had never seen before. Archer reached out his hand, and I was far too tipsy to refuse it.

I remember dancing to a few songs and then, at some point,  everything just went dark. Just how it sometimes happens in some cliché  Hollywood movies.

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The lawn mower's loud and continuous buzz woke me up. I didn't realize right away that I wasn't in my house, but as soon as the smell of Mr. White's villa hit my nose, panic swept over me. I jumped up, only to realize that my pink dress was on the floor and that I was wearing a black t-shirt that wasn't mine.

I crawled out of bed, trying to recall what had happened the night before. All I got were flashbacks of Archer driving, nothing else. I couldn't get the panic out of my head. What if I had had sex with Archer? That would have been disastrous. That was all I could think about as I walked down the stairs. I knew my way around the house, so I quickly found my way to the living room. It's a good thing that the shirt looked like a dress on me because three pairs of eyes were on me when I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, sunshine." Archer's upbeat tone made me even more anxious. Mrs. White was shocked to see me, but Mr. White kept his cool as always, even though I could see a spark of rage in his eyes.

"Miss Carter? What are you doing here?"

"Elanor, dear, just let the youngsters be." For some reason, Mr. White's words hurt me. Perhaps because they highlighted how far apart our worlds were at the time. Youngsters, huh? You'd fuck this youngster, you old bastard.

"I met her at a club yesterday." Archer explained. "She was drunk; I didn't know where she lived so I brought her here. How's your head doing, princess?"

"So that's what happened..." I sighed with relief. "I'm good now. Thanks for the help, and sorry for interrupting your breakfast."

"Oh, if that's the case then you should join us, Miss Carter." Mrs White shot me a smile and pointed at one of the free seats.

"Thank you, but I should actually go. I have work to do."

Mr. White's wife insisted a few times, but she eventually realized that I didn't want to stay. I gathered my belongings, and Archer lent me his shirt so I wouldn't look like a hooker at noon. My uber arrived in five minutes, but Mr. White cleared his throat before I got in the vehicle.

"We need to talk."

Oh, he was furious.

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