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"Where am I?"

Is the first thing I said when I woke up. Im not drunk, as I can remember from yesterday night. I didn't even get to stay there for an hour!

So

Where

The

Fuck

Am

I?

A confused looking guy showed up, half naked and just his towel tied on his waist.

His body makes me want to drool but I instantly covered myself with the mattress, and saw myself completely dressed up in a different dress I've remembered dressing myself up before the party.

I scream.

Which made this guy hurry to make me stop, take note, he is not yet dressed at all.

So I jumped off the bed.

"Where am I? What did you do to me?"

His confusion turned to worry real quick. He calms himself after talking.

"You're in my apartment, Felicity. Can you first calm down?"

"Arthur, what did you do to me? Where are my clothes?"

"It's in the wash room."

"Can you get dressed?" I said, absolutely ordering him.

I entertained myself with his books neatly arranged from its colors on the shelf. I didn't know he reads.

"Breakfast is ready." Arthur, once again flashes himself, but this time, with clothes.

I thought Im going to have sins already.

I came down to see his dining area really fixed wonderfully.

So this is what breakfast looks in Brazil.

"Your dress is in the washroom, hopefully getting dry." He stated.

"Why am I here?"

He takes a sip on his coffee then turns to me.

"You have no idea?"

"Just tell me."

"I saw you dancing wild with that lesbian, so I thought she might be stealing you from me. Then, you fainted. Were you drunk?"

I mouthed a no.

"You vomited."

I can feel my face heating up right now.

"Who changed me?"

"Do you see any other person here?"

"What? No! You did not-"

"You're hot." He smirks.

What an actual fuck.

First, I danced with a lesbian.

Second, I fainted and vomited.

Third, I am in Arthur Nory's apartment.

Lastly, he changed me with his t-shirt that looked like a dress on me.

How can I even absorb all of that craziness?

Good lord, please just take me away from this place.

After eating, he cleans the dishes while giving me the permit to look around.

His house is totally the bomb. It's in all white and so clean.

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