Knock Me Out

Chapter 10

The picture is Christian King❤

I'm so jealous of Chaniëlle😕

How can she say no to that😱😍😍

Anyway
Enjoy😘😋
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This is the god dammed reason I hate mornings after party's when the staff is away, cause I gotta do all the cleaning.

When I got downstairs this morning Christian was already up and busy cleaning.
He and I got rid of the drunk people who spend the night in my house.

A lot of people were stinking drunk last night and they couldn't get home. Others were just completely out, so they just slept like...... everywhere on the first and second floor they could find. The bathroom, the kitchen, the living room........you just name it and there were bodies there.

We're nearly done cleaning now and I'm very tired.

My mom will soon be home. I really miss her. I wonder where she went, cause she didn't tell me. She always lets me know where she's going and who's going with her. I hope everything's fine tho.

"Earth to Chaniëlle!" Christian says loudly, waiving his hand in front of my face.

I blink out of my thoughts and smile, knowing that he's probably been talking to me without having even a little of my attention.

"You know, sometimes I wish I knew what you were thinking" he says.

"Blah blah blah... You'd go crazy if you knew. Anyway, What were you saying?"

"What time will mom be back" he asks.

"I don't know, but she will be back today....... I hope"

"'Kay. Looks like were done and we've been busy for... " he pauses to look at his watch and continues "four hours and about forty eight minutes"

"Impressive, considering the mess they made and the fact that there are only two of us. I'm broken" I say throwing myself on to cold the floor.

I can't believe we did this so fast, its like magic.

I'm mighty tired tho.

"Get up from the floor, you need a shower"

"No!"

"Get up Chaniëlle!" He plays angry.

"I can't get up I swear" I say with my eyes closed and that is nothing but the truth. I can't move an inch. It's like I'm glued to the floor.

I lay down there for a couple of minutes and I'm actually surprised Christian didn't lift me up himself. He usually....

Oh!......Never mind..........

I feel two strong arms lifting me up from the floor.

He carry's me up the stairs and opens a door. I can't open my eyes so I don't know where we are.

He undresses me and.....

WAIT!!....HOLD THE PHONE!!

Why the fuck is he undressing me in a state like this. For heavens sake I just want to sleep right now.

I try to move my body and tell him to leave me alone, but I'm so tired and weak. I don't even have the energy to speak and my voice refuses to cooperate with me.