The Drag Queen's baby

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Rosalinda

I groaned, slowly waking up to my senses. My head was hurting a bit, the aftermath of drinking last night. My eyes scanned the room I'm in.

It's not mine.

Panic now rushed into my body. My frantic hands quickly lifted the sheets to take a peek of myself. I'm naked. Oh no.

Fuck.

What happened last night? Did I got drugged and raped? Panic started growing in my chest and my eyes scanned the room.

Only then, I noticed a movement in the bed. I peeked and saw a body snuggled deep into the covers, almost covering his entire self. I began to dread as I notice that he's shirtless. I closed my eyes, trying to regain my memory. It's way too early for me to stress out. I scanned his upper body, noticing a tattoo on his shoulder. That's familiar.

Oh yeah, I had a one night stand.

I frowned at my stupidity. I didn't feel great. I felt the churning of my stomach, the feeling I get every time I wake up from a one night stand.

Now, I remember the events from last night.

I wasn't too keen on having hook ups, I would consider myself rather conservative, but you can't keep that inner hoe inside forever. I rarely do hook ups, but I pushed my luck with this guy. He was hot. Incredibly handsome, with buff arms and a muscular body. He was nice too. He entertained me throughout the night in the bar, and soon, he charmed his way into my bed. He gave me an itch, a desire within my body.

But he didn't scratch it.

The dude is disappointing. I was so let down. I was expecting great sex from him, as I have assumed that he would be an expert by his looks and attitude. I was sure that he already banged lots of girls before, giving him tons of experience, but he was an fish in bed.

No he's a fucking seaweed.

He's so sloppy in bed. He came way too early and I didn't even get to finish. He teased me, and I don't even think that was his intention. He tried going in for round two, which I agreed cause I wanted to finish, but the second round wasn't great either.

The hook up ended up with me unsatisfied, smoking a blunt, and finishing a bottle of beer till I fell asleep. And while all of that happened, the guy was passed out beside me, "too tired" from our activity. Men.

Horrible. I feel horrible.

Maybe that's why I didn't like hook ups, they don't end well for me.

I need to get out of here before he wakes up. I don't want to face awkward morning conversations with this guy. Jay...Jc....Jason, what's his name? Oh I don't fucking remember. I'll remember him as seaweed.

As I was shuffling to get out of the bed, the guy suddenly moved and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. I held in a groan of annoyance. I gripped the blanket covering my body, tugging away from him. He ain't keeping me here.

He moaned facing away from the pillow, opening his eyes. "Morning." He greeted me, his morning voice prominent.

For a moment, I admired how attractive he looks, even in the morning. With his messy hair, stubble, husky voice and striking blue eyes.

But that seaweed sex tho.

I cleared my throat, untangling his arms from my waist. "Um, morning."

He notice my actions, but thankfully he loosened his grip and let me go. "Leaving so soon?"

I gripped the blanket as I try my hardest to put on my panty without losing my modesty. As if I haven't loat that already. "Well the night is over."

"There's always morning sex." He suggested, grinning suggestively at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, putting on my shirt. Morning sex? His night sex wasn't even passable. "Uh, no thanks. I had enough from last night." Enough of your sloppy ass.

He sat up, watching me as I put on my pants. "Last night was amazing though." He remarked.

I almost coughed from his comment, but I refrained from letting out a response.

"Sure you don't want any more of that?" He kept on perceiving me.

"No." I firmly said, already getting tired of his antics.

"Oh come on." He grazed my arm, but I pulled away. He suddenly stood up in all his naked glory, revealing his dick to me. Gross. Dicks are so gross in the morning.

I quickly turned away, gripping my bag as I resist the urge to hit him with it.

"You sure?" He offered once again, gesturing down his body.

I frowned at him. He wasn't this douchey last night.

"Listen, I don't want to see you and your ugly ass dick forcing me to have sex with you. Maybe if you were actually good in bed and would give me the release that I deserve, I would reconsider, but since you're basically seaweed in bed, I don't think so."

I snapped. The unsatisfaction, headache and hungover getting the best of me.

His mouth dropped at my words, shocked that I would talk shit in front of his face. Well, it is the truth.

I grabbed my keys, checking to see if I've left anything behind. I am now stood at the door, ready to leave when I see him glaring at me, covering himself with the blanket. He looks so mad and I suddenly felt scared.

What if he punches me and beat me up?

No, I have pepper spray. I won't let this pasty ass boy touch me.

I took in a deep breath as I face him one last time. "Goodbye and have a good day, seaweed."

I slammed the door before he attacks me. The place is familiar to me, and I didn't take long to hail a cab. I sighed as I got in, calming my nerves.

God, I hate dicks. Sometimes.