What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

The Morning After

My face feels sticky, my skin tight. I rolled left and right on a bed that felt infinitely long, yet I couldn't fall off the bed. My hair was wet in my mouth, and my eyelashes tingled from the string of my hair.

Feeling hot and tense from a headache forming, I lay my back on the bed with my arms and legs apart like a sea star before sitting up straight. I regretted it the moment I felt a thud in my temple.

I'm not that heavy, but the bed is dipped low for some reason. My eyes are still closed, so I roam my hand far out all across the bed, yet it only thrives lower, the bed.

My arm extended and stretched, making my body follow along, and I felt a chest heaving slowly, my head fell on this rock-hard feeling of chest muscle before falling asleep just after that, snoring softly along with the chest my head was on.

Later, when I woke up, I was feeling cold on the bed, but as the coldness of the wind hit me, I felt more awake and alive, so I looked around, seeing my surroundings properly.

The room reserved that evening is a total mess, and I see my clothes in a dump full of some liquor. The more I think about it, the hotter my cheeks feel.

What behavior is this? Giggling to myself, I tried to grab the blanket to hide under and squeak, all the while my face was buried in a pillow closest to me.

In that same second, I looked up behind me when I couldn't feel a blanket, and my embarrassment had gone. The chest I was feeling had gone, the bed is not as low as it was, and my headache had gone away as well.

I checked around the room once more, and it was indeed a mess. Being more aware of the feels on my body, I checked myself out, spreading open my legs, I see light red teeth marks and hickeys, I can't really see my neck, but a reflection of the TV in front of the bed shows there aren't any.

"I have work tomorrow, don't leave love bites." I bit my own moans deep in my throat as he licked the places he was prohibited from love-marking.

"You're giving me blue balls if you think I can hold off of marking, just who's savouring you this evening?" I was kissed aggressively; it felt like his way of telling me that he needed another way to appeal his mark.

My fingers brushed down the line of my lips and the area that looked sorrowful. He really did mark elsewhere. Now, he ran away from me.

My hand was sneakily traveling to my cunt, it was itching to be felt just from the reminder of last night. I slapped my own hand and crawled to the bathroom. I'm already so dirty, yet just the idea of him making me crawl to the bathroom to "relieve" myself forms a different freaky feeling in me. That didn't help with the ache all over my body, but the drops of hot drips in the shower did, relieving me of soreness.

My good mood didn't last for very long. The moment I had stepped out of the bathroom with the robes, stored in the bathroom, cuddling my body, I heard the telephone go off.

Geesers or what, do people not mind that others could be sleeping? I lazily dragged my feet to the telephone before picking it up, a hand at my hip as it slangs.

"Motherfuckers," I gritted my teeth in a temper while stomping downstairs to the other end of the bartending stand. When I came across the bar island that sold whatever, I cooled down a bit and went to order a drink before walking to the other end of it to deal with who ruined my good morning, smart idea to get the cashier stand next to the bartender.

Although it's 4 pm, I still wanted to give myself a good break and sleep in, even if at a club.

"Thank you for coming down, Mrs. Novak?" I took a little breather. I wish.

"Call me Joell." And just before she started talking, I had my drink slipped to me from across the table, chugging it down as it burned my throat.

I obviously didn't forget to thank him before and after the drink passed. Now it seems I would need to pay extra.

"My apologies, Joell-" I waved a hand. It's no worries, of course.

"Your time for the room has passed, and to not upset you with extra charges, I thought it would be best to let you know faster than later. Please do take your time to take your remaining suits from the room." She took a pause, looking over who-knows-what.

"The only charge I would need you to pay for would be the drink you just had, $19.99, would that be cash or credit?" She looked up at me with a smile, the throbbing of the forever loud music and LED lights seeming to not bother her as I stood stunned. That was my only bill?

"Excuse me?" I pressed a hand to one of my ears. I think I heard it wrong.

"What did you say my bill was?" To make the situation easier for us, she tapped on a device showing my total bill, and it was indeed $19.99.

"What the fuck!" Still stunned, I paid with what I had gotten from my time upstairs before heading back to the room. I learned that my one-night stand had paid for the room and my remaining bills from that evening. Apparently, he was in a rush and just said yes to everything. I got the receipt he didn't take.

I put the stuff I had with me and from the room down on a table before packing my dirty clothes in a bag, the kind lady gave me.

Sigh, I wanted to sleep more, and this is most certainly not how I wanted my day to go. I haven't even eaten breakfast, and it's past noon!

I mumbled to myself as I got ready to leave. My phone was dead in my hand, and the paper receipt was all scrambled up. Taking a closer look, I remembered a person's name on their credit card is most likely to be on there, and just as I thought, the owner of the card who paid for the night and my overall bill was found in printed ink.

"Aslan Pasha."