"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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»»———— ★ ————«« 70 days until summer break Monday - Imola, Italy
The headache was a clear enough sign that I might have partied a little too much yesterday, but winning in Ferrari's home race was enough reason just to do so. I deserved it because I took the lead in the championship from Charles.
"Good morning," A soft whisper beside me made me open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I was in my own hotel room, and suddenly I remembered I had taken this woman with me too. I just didn't expect her to say the night.
"Morning," I said back, rubbing my eyes and then my temples in the hope it would ease the headache.
"I have some aspirin in my bag," The woman kept talking softly, which helped to not overstimulate my senses. "Let me grab it for you."
I watched as she got up from bed, still naked, and walked to the little bag tossed in the corner of the room. She looked damn fine, and I was actually proud of the drunken version of me to have gotten to her.
She noticed my eyes on her and smirked, "Do I still look like a damn goddess?" She asked with a teasing undertone, strengthening her Italian accent.
"Sorry?" I chuckled and accepted the painkillers she reached out to me.
"You couldn't stop complimenting me last night, and not only my looks," She winked and I let my eyes roam over her naked body once more. She did indeed look like a goddess.
"And I must say," She continued as she crawled back under the blankets, her hands softly tracing from my shoulder to my chest. "You weren't so bad yourself."
She leaned in to kiss me, her hand trailing down further and I could feel myself getting hard by the featherlight touches, as did she.
She hung back just slightly to give me another smirk, "Guess I am not the only one ready for a third round." She pressed her lips back on mine before I could comprehend what she said.
Third round?
I remembered I at least fucked her once, that was here in the hotel room. But oh well, the third time is a charm, right? I grabbed her by the waist and switched our positions.
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"Hey dude," Daniel threw his arm around my shoulder as I strolled to my private jet. "How is it going?"
"Very well," I replied.
"No hangover?"
I chuckled as I remembered the horrible headache from this morning but shook my head, "I found a very good medicine for the hangover."
Daniel raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, "Oh yeah? What is that?"
"Sex."
"You had that woman waking up next to you and fuck you again in the morning?"
