VANESSA
I'm on Jason's bed?!?!? Or maybe not but I can see his pictures all around the walls of the room. I can see a golden chandelier on the ceiling. The windows have the most prettiest curtains I've ever seen. Jason is too rich. I'm sure!
Oh Vanessa! Get back! Did I sleep with Jason last night? Did he f*ck me? Oh God! This is gonna be difficult.
I look at myself and I'm surprised to see that I'm dressed! Who dressed me? Well, whoever did, is a crazy person. He didn't even make me wear my bra. I'm braless!
Oh my God! There are so many questions I need answers for. I'm literally trembling right now.
The thought of Jason and me f*cking is really weird and shocking.
I just couldn't help myself but simply get out of the bed.
I'm about to slip out when I hear a noise. It was probably someone who was coming out of the washroom.
In no time, I see Jason coming out of the washroom with his thighs wrapped around with a white towel. His hair are letting water droplets fall by every time he moves a little.
His nipples are completely wet and so is he, himself. I kinda hate him right now for showing off his sexy body.
Why the hell does he has a sexier body than me?
God Vanessa! You're comparing yourself with a guy? Very good, keep it up!
He walks to his dressing table and begins to wipe himself with another towel.
He doesn't react a bit. But why? That was weird of him not saying anything. I was getting sure that I had f*cked with him last night.
Should I be the one to speak first? Or should I just slip by, escaping the weirdest situation of my life?
No, I can't just go like that.I need to be sure about last night. I walk a little close to him.
'Hello.' My voice breaks in just a little word.
'Oh hey. You're up?' He says ignorantly, combing his hair.
'No, I'm still sleeping.' I reply, roughly and sarcastically.
'Oh good.' He says as he keeps his comb on the dressing table.
'Can you like help me know about er....la...last night?' My voices starts to break again.
'Mm.....you attended my party last night.' He laughs.
'I know that. How am I in your room?' I ask him, managing not to break my voice.
'I don't know. Don't you think that's something you'll be knowing?' He says, I don't know why but he seems a little annoyed.
'I was drunk. Everything is too blur to remember for me.' I tell him, trying to explain. Although I don't think he's understanding even a bit.
He's acting strange. I can't make out anything.
'I don't remember either. I don't wanna talk about it.' He says, pouting.
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