Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair se...
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Calvin Fischer
There was a loud ringing noise that I was hearing, its sound slowly beginning to wake me up. As I reached my hand over, I felt around with my hand and found my phone. Still groggy from just waking up, I saw that my mom was calling me.
"Hello?" I muttered. I placed my arm over my eyes to shield it from the sun coming in through the window.
"Calvin! I've been calling you for 5 minutes! Why didn't you answer?" Mom quickly said.
"I was asleep." I replied.
"Did you drink too much again? Gosh." I heard her huff. "Are you okay? I saw on the news that your street is flooded."
"Flooded?" I asked. I don't remember much from last night. I remembered drinking, and then stumbling out of the club. It was raining, I think.
"Calvin. Are you going to be fine?" She asked.
"Mhm. Yeah. Gotta go." I quickly said goodbye to her and hung up. I checked on my recent calls and saw that I had called Alistair in the middle of the night.
That's when something hit: My blankets are not this soft. My hands began to feel around the bed. Not only were these blankets and pillows much softer, they also weren't mine. Was I kidnapped last night?
The bright window that was blinding me looked suspicious. As I got off the bed and checked the outside, I quickly jumped back, seeing that I was high above ground. So, I was kidnapped by a person with hella good sheets and lives in a tall building.
I scanned the room I was in. It was spacious, bigger than half of my apartment. The room was nicely decorated to feel like a home. I also noticed that I wasn't in my clothes from last night. Instead, I was in a basic t-shirt and some joggers, which were a few sizes too big.
My clothes were on a nearby chair, neatly folded up. Next to them was a pair of slippers. I slipped them on and decided to try and leave the room. Luckily, my kidnapper seemed to have left the door unlocked.
I exited into the hallway and walked down slowly. Then I heard the sound of a door opening next to me. A figure stepped out and I quickly jumped back.
"Jesus!" I yelled. A tall figure walked out wearing a weird, thick blue mask. The man wore a tight fitting shirt and some sweats. I took in their beautiful stature. I have no idea who he is, but I'm down bad.
The man muttered something.
"What?" I asked, still slowly walking backwards.
The man then removed his mask. It was Alistair.
"Good morning." He said. A sense of relief washed over me, as I now knew that I wasn't kidnapped last night. I most likely called him last night and he came over to rescue me.
"Good morning." I replied. He was still holding onto the blue mask contraption. "What's that?" I asked.
