Elena's POV
I gently open my eyes and yawn before the enormous headache takes over. What the actual heck on earth?! I'm not in my room. This place looks familiar, I focus for a second and I notice that I'm at Diego's. As a matter of fact I'm in his bed.
What the hell happened last night?
Why can't I remember a thing?
Why is there a WWIII going on in my head?
Why am I lying on TOP of him?
How the fuck did we end up here?
Why the hell am I wearing THIS?
Why does he looks so hot? No, no wrong time.
I awkwardly shift to get away off of him. Grabbing the comforters I pull them up to my neck and I bring my hands to my head. It's killing me.
"Princessa you awake?" Diego mumbles before opening his eyes to look at me.
"Answers." I reply simply trying to get my mind to focus despite the headache that feels like I've got a stampede of animals going on in there.
"What answers?" He furrows his eyebrows before smiling widely.
"Answers Diego answers! Why am I here? Why does my head feel like it's about to explode? Why are you so-" I thankfully stop in time and blush furiously.
"Why am I so?" Diego smirks and gets off the bed reaching out for some pills. "This is going to help with your hangover."
"Hangover!" I shout and immediately lift my hands to steady my head because everything is spinning.
"Yes Hangover, now take this and I'll go get you some water." He replies seriously before leaving the room. I use this time wisely and get off the bed to get some adequate clothes.
"Wo-o-h" I fall back down onto the bed helplessly. I feel like a 3 month old. Crawling it is. I crawl over to the closet and grab one of his t-shirts and the smallest pair of shorts in there. Putting them on in a hurry I stand up to look at my reflection in a mirror. I cringe at the sight, even his smallest shorts are still too big! That's not the only thing, I've got an E on my forehead! I glance around the room and notice a permanent marker. Fantastic.
"Hey princessa I got you some -wow you look horrible!" Diego starts laughing at my appearance and I would've jumped onto his back to tackle him if these shorts didn't threaten to fall off. I pull them up and take the glass of water. Going back to take the pill on the nightstand I let go of my shorts and gulp down the contents.
"Thank you." I murmur and he smiles at me. "Uh Diego did we um I mean what happened last night? I don't really remember much."
"Well you see, you went to a club, kissed a guy, and then I took you home." He digs his hands into his pockets and sends me a cute smile.
"That's it?" I'm surprised I didn't do anything stupid I mean I'm stupid enough as it is. "That's great I didn't do anything stupid then!"
"Welll," Diego chuckles and I glare at him. "You kind of were hitting on me for roughly half the night and if I hadn't been the gentleman I am you wouldn't have been a virgin this morning." He smiles looking at the ground and I can feel my face burning. Have I really been hitting on him? What did I say? This is so wrong.
"Was I that bad?" I ask him and he nods.
"Words can't even begin to describe how kinky you were." He winks at me and I blush up to my forehead. I leave his room and clutch onto the railing of the staircase. What have I done? What have I said? I think at this point, it's better not to know.
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