The Bodyguard's Claim {manxman}

TBC: Chapter Two

Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

"Damn, what the hell did I do last night?" My head was pounding like a mofo as if I had been banging against the wall. My body felt so sore as if I had been beaten mercilessly and my asshole, oh god my ass.

Did I get gang raped?

That's what it felt like as I clenched it back and forth, my eyes shut to hold back the tears of pain. I opened my eyes to see that I was in some unfamiliar room, an arm thrown over my waist. "The fuck is this?" I muttered to myself, wiping away the crust from the corner of my eyes. I stilled when I heard breathing coming from the right of me.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I am internally panicking.

I slowly and carefully followed the veins of the arm up to where it connected with the shoulder and further to where the shoulder met the neck which met the head. I zeroed in on the face to realize that it was a patient of mine, Stanley.

If that was what his name was.

He was sleeping soundly and I heard small snores being emitted from his nose. I started to shiver and I realized that I was naked and he had taken all of the blankets. Did this mean we had sex and I could no longer say that I was straight because I had sex with a guy?

It was quite clear that I was on the receiving end with all the pain coming from my anus and the dried blood on my leg. It was very little but I could tell it was there which meant he had taken me roughly without preparation. Well, thank you kind sir for taking my ass virginity.

I rolled my eyes as I slowly moved his arm from around me, the need to leave outweighing the need to puke all over him and his bed. He grunted a bit, wrapping his arms around the pillow I had put in place of myself and I looked for my clothes.

I had no idea how this happened because the last thing I remembered was dancing with Jose and then someone came up from behind me and wrapped their arms around me. Was that person Stewie? Or was it Stanislav? Maybe it was Stanton. Either way, it was one of those. I hissed at the flare of pain that came when I slipped on my pants. I couldn't find my boxers and I wasn't going to waste time trying to look for them.

I almost let out a manly squeal when I saw the hickeys that covered my torso. That motherfucker had no sense of decency! How dare he do this to me!

The question was, how was I going to tell Jose that my birthday present was a dick shoved in my ass. Things like that don't just come out the way you want them to and I didn't need Jose thinking that I was gay because I don't even remember what happened but judging by the pain in my butt, I'd say he was fairly sized.

"Fuck!" I hissed when a hint of pain shot through me. It was official. I was dying.

I couldn't even tell if I was raped because I was drunk and maybe I had liked it. Either way, it wasn't happening again.

I took a look around the blue room to take in the surroundings of the huge window on the wall, the big, black bed in the middle in which Stewie laid in and the door across from him which probably led to the bathroom.

I had to go before he woke up and questioned everything.

It was as if he had this planned from this start, talking about how we would meet again. No one person says that.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, slipping on my shirt. I spotted my phone on the dresser and I immediately leaped to it. I unlocked it and my phone started to buzz with incoming texts, all from Jose.