SUBMIT

Be my submissive

I wake up to my head throbbing like hell. What the fuck happened last night... I can't remember.
I glance over to a table and realize I'm not in my own bed.

Oh god...

A note lays there on the table with a bouquet of flowers, pain medication and a glass of water. Sweet but I don't even remember who I came home with. What is wrong with me? I could've been murdered.

Note: Good morning mi amor, I figure your head would hurt this morning after considering the amount of drinks you had last night. Before you ask me later... no we didn't do anything. You were very irresponsible and I'd love to have a talk with you later.

_Damion

"Oh god, this is embarrassing," I think to myself.

I reach over and grab the medicine and water and down it like my life depends on it. He seems like a very sweet guy, I should leave a note thanking him and call and Uber. I'm not the relationship type if that's what he is trying to pull.

I get out of his bed and quickly make it before changing into the clothes I wore to the club last night. I am definitely not going home in his clothes.

After I finished changing I ruffle my hair so I don't look miserable and go to write a thank you note but realize I don't have a pen. Just my luck right? Oh well maybe he will assume I'm grateful either way I need to hurry and get out of here. I don't even know what time it is and I have a job to get to.

I grab my phone and check the time and it reads 10:43 am. Fucking great... and 4 missed calls from my boss. I was suppose to be at work over 2 hours ago.

I throw my shoes on and scramble out the door and take in the home. It's beautiful, like something you'd see in a movie. It's simple yet elegant.

I just remembered I didn't call an Uber, fucking great. I'll just walk down a little and see if I can find a place to sit and wait. It's better than staying here and running into him.

I go to open the front door and before I know it I'm knocked on my ass.

"Ow, what the __" I say before being cut off

"Hello there beautiful," Damion says with a smirk looking down on me.

Of course he didn't budge. Today is not going my way at all.

Embarassed I say as I get up, "hello... uhm thank you for the medicine. I really appreciate it, I was going to write you a note but I didn't have a pen. I really do appreciate it!"

"You don't need to thank me, you were pretty drunk and irresponsible. I'd hate to see you go home with a man that tried drugging your drink," he said with a straight face, unreadable at that.

All I could do was open my mouth in shock as nothing came out because I didn't know what to say. I was so embarrassed but I have work to get to. If I even have a job now honestly.

"Too stunned to speak?," he asks with a faint laugh.

"I um, should go. I'm late for work," I say shyly before trying to push past him.

"Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a proposal for you, if you'd listen," he says sternly.

The change in his voice was somewhat alarming. I  don't want to stay and talk to him because  I have better things to do but he is very intimidating.

"I really should get to work," I say.

"In your clubbing clothes?" He says with a raised brow.