The Brother (Whip 5) ✔️

Chapter 14

STEFAN

I woke up disoriented. My head was pounding, and every time I tried to open my eyes I felt as if someone was stabbing me while at the same time pouring acid into them.

I groaned as I sat up slowly, and grabbed the glass of water on my nightstand, gulping it down in two seconds flat.

I felt awful as I stared at the wall across my bed, trying and failing to remember what the hell happened the night before.

Then, the sheets stirred and my eyes widened as I realized that I wasn't alone. Suddenly, the images of Sasha moaning as I kissed his neck flashed through my mind and I turned around swiftly thinking it was him, but it was not.

A young man lay in bed, passed out, his curly copper hair falling over his freckled face and partially hiding it from view.

Well... I sure have a type.

I thought, grunting as I turned away and got up, making my way into the bathroom.

As I splashed the icy water into my face more memories came back, still a bit hazy but clear enough for me to piece out what had happened.

And the more I remembered the more I wondered if it would be possible to drown myself under the sink or would that be too much of a hassle.

The image of Sasha, half naked in all his freckled glory wouldn't leave my mind, but what got me the most of all was the look on his face as I left.

The thought of hurting him was devastating since that was the last thing I ever wanted to do, and somehow I had. I was sure of it.

How could I have been so stupid?

Jumping on him like that as if I were a hormonal teenager and not a grown-ass man.

What was wrong with me?

The question kept repeating inside my head as I stepped into the shower. I stood under the lukewarm water for a while, my arms and forehead pressed against the tiled wall, as the previous night's events flashed through my mind.

After leaving the poor guy in his room, I was too distraught to go back to my room, so instead, I got the bright idea to go and get mind-numbingly drunk. Because that was always a good choice.

I ended up in a sleazy bar a few blocks from the hotel and started on vodka. I mean, once in Russia, right?

It had, of course, been a very bad idea, but at the time I couldn't give two shits.

So, I drank a shot, and then another, and after that everything became a blur of dancing, and grinding and then fucking the redheaded twink currently sleeping it off in my bed.

God... did I call him Sasha?

Ah...

Nice going Stefan... you have really outdone yourself with this one...

I thought as I left the shower and pulled a fresh piece of underwear on.

I looked at myself in the mirror, wincing at what greeted me. I looked an absolute mess, almost as bad as I felt inside which said a lot seeing as I felt like I was one foot in the grave.

I grabbed my phone only to notice that it was dead so I went back into the room and put it on the charger. I winced as it turned on and I saw several missed calls and messages, most of them from Sasha.

I sighed, feeling defeated as I realized that I had slept through most of the day and missed the fair.

God... what a fucking mess.