Russian Roulette

An Act of Terror

Anastasia Petrova

Coming back from Paris and Rome I had a great time, it wasn't my first time going there but, it never ceased to amaze me.

Soon I had to go back home after two weeks of traveling. I had to go to my regular old job as a waitress, and my dramatic life which I couldn't seem to escape. But.. before then, I really needed a bathroom break because, well I had been on this plane for what felt like a hundred hours and my bladder was exploding.

I took out my seatbelt and picked up my bag. I squeezed my way through from the weirdo sitting next to me, who was now snoring with his mouth open and a bit of drool was coming out of his mouth and sliding to his neck, disgusted I almost threw up. At least I got my window seat, even if it meant I had to sit next to a creepy man who wore a Power Puff Girl T-Shirt.

As I slid out of the tight space, I started walking straight to the bathroom, but before I got there someone decided to get out of their seat in front of me and I got smashed in the chest with a coffee cup.

I looked down at my white shirt to see it covered in coffee, and it's see through now.

A bit of the coffee dropped down on my denim ripped jeans, but barely any. Well damn, wasn't this just great.

"At least the coffee was cold." A deep husky males voice said.

I looked up to see a dark handsome man. He had dark brown eyes and dark brown hair which was split half way through the middle of his head creating a perfect hairline.

You could tell he had just shaved his mustache because he had those mini spikes. His nose was strong and had little freckles on it, and his eyebrows arched perfectly, his lips were full and the color was a brownish pink. He was holding a half empty coffee and the lid was on the floor, he was also holding what looked like a car key.

"What?" I questioned, I wasn't really paying attention to anything that came out of his mouth, I was too mesmerized by his beautiful facial structure, his strong jaw and his high cheekbones, this man looked like God sculpted him, he must have been rich as hell because he was wearing Rolex and an expensive looking suit.

"I said, at least the coffee wasn't hot." He smirked slightly showing his pearly white teeth, he wasn't looking at my face at all, instead he was looking at my see through shirt and chest.

Annoyed, I replied back "Yah...that makes it so much better." I rolled my eyes, he didn't even say sorry instead, he made an obnoxious comment.

"You want me to help you with that?" He asked as politely as he could but, you could tell he really didn't care. "No, I'm fine." I replied back, trying to avoid any further conversation with him.

I started walking away and straight to the bathroom because, now I had two reasons in being there, my bladder and my dirty shirt.

I entered the small bathroom and locked the door. I took my shirt off, and turned the sink on.

I took some towel paper and put soap on it rinsing it, I squeezed the water out and started to dab it on my chest where it was sticky and uncomfortable.

After a while of cleaning my chest and making sure it wasn't sticky, I took another towel and dried it.

I sighed, and took a moment to look at my shirtless body.