Perfect Strangers

Chapter Sixteen

I wake up hungover. Great. At least I know my plan work I mean I'm in my own bed.

Wait! I sit up fast hearing my heartbeat in my head and feeling like someone is trying to pull my brain apart.

But this is not my room. Who's room is this? Oh No. Who's house am I in?

I look around for my phone but I can't find it anywhere. Shit!

I jump up. I'm still in my halloween outfit. I look around and spot a dresser I grab the fastest bottoms and top I could find. Which is a pair of boxers and a old beetles t-shirt.

I open the door to the room I'm in slowly. The house I'm in is incredibly huge. And empty. I find a stairway around about five different corners.

I walk down and get chills as my bare feet hit the cold marble floor that goes down the stairs and spreads into the lower level of the house.

I get down the spiral marble extravagant stairs under a beautiful crystal chandelier.

I see the front door and then look to my left and see the huge living room covered in red solo cups, shot glasses, and blunts.

Well now I know where I am.

Shit.

Luckily I haven't seen anyone yet so I can just make a break for it.

I walk swiftly towards the door but stop.

My phone.

Where did I leave it?

The bookcase by the sofa.

I look over and then look around and walk towards the sofa but I'm stopped again. But It's not just my feet that stop. It's my heart too.

There, snoring in his sleep with a full black trash bag and a solo cup in his hand sits Rick.

I look towards the book shelf and see my phone.

Should I?

Yes!

I run past the sleeping Rick and grab my phone.

Just before my hand can get a full grasp on it.

"Blake!" Rick shouts.

I scream. Drop my phone and it slides across the room under the huge antique cabinet that looks like it weighs about a two tons. Great.

"Gosh! Rick you almost gave me a heart attack!" I grab my chest and sit down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Blake." He now says in a hushed tone and grabs my weak spot. you know that spot between your thighs and your knees. You know that spot that can send shives down your spine. The good kind of shivers, when someone squeezes it.

I look at him like really look at him and I could feel my heart squeezing. I can feel the area around my nose start to tickle. I could feel my face heating up. The first tear fell and a million others followed it.

Rick stands up and hugs me. I weakly stand up too and hug him back as tight as I could and crying even harder because I can't even explain how long I've been waiting to hug him again.

But then I push him away hard and fast.

"No! Don't do it Rick! Your not allowed after how you treated me last night and for blaming me for the baby."

"What?! Blake come on. I never said I blamed you. You assumed."

"No Rick you never said you loved me. I know you were just with me because of the baby and I know in your mind you hate me for it. I just know."