I feel like shit.
My feet are sore and quite frankly, it seems I threw up last night.
Where the fuck am I?
This place is not familiar to my tiny bedroom that you could call a bathroom (I'll explain later).
"Morning, Nicole,"
A massive scream escapes my lips as I flee this god-damn comfortable bed.
As I look down, I notice...
Oh, shit.
I've got no underwear on.
Nor have I been equipped with a bra.
"Take one step, I'll... Kill you with an alarm clock,"
As I lift the little alarm clock, he chuckles, slowly walking towards me.
"Babes?" He asks, holding out his hand.
Then, he touches me!
I didn't hesitate to attack his head with my 'weapon'.
Not again.
That's the seventh time I've made a man unconscious in my life (with an alarm freakin' clock).
I'm serious.
Later on, I grab my stuff, and a few of his Yankee Candles, leaving the pretty neat apartment.
This is the beginning of a few encounters I hope I don't have problems with.
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General FictionOne night will change everything. . - after waking up in another man's bed, Nicole is on a journey to find how she got here. All she remembers was that she was on her couch bored as hell. Will she ever be able to explain what happened to her husband?
