Valeria
I woke up the next morning with a massive hangover. I rubbed my head as I sat up slowly, opening my eyes. I blinked a few times and realized that I wasn't in my bed or even in a bed that I recognized. I looked down beside me and there was no one there but I was naked and laying in someone's bed. I wrapped the sheet around me and stood up, wobbling a bit but I steadied myself as the door opened. "You're awake, good. I guess I had good timing." This handsome man walked into the room carrying a silver tray with plates of food. He chuckled to himself and sat the tray on the table across the room. I watched him closely.
"Um, where exactly am I?" I spoke softly. Pushing my hair out of my face and tucking some behind my ears.
"You really were a lot more drunk than I thought. Damn, you can really hold your liquor, Val." He walked towards a dresser in the corner and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He tossed them on the be and sat at the table. "Get dressed and come eat breakfast."
"I, um, don't remember your name." I got up and slipped the shorts and t-shirt on without shame of showing him my body, clearly he had already seen it last night.
"Giovanni, but you can call me Gio if you would like, all of my friends do." He smiled as I made my way to the table.
"Where did we meet last night?" I sat down at the table and took a drink of the orange juice sitting in front of me.
"Club Veracruz. You were there with a bunch of your girl friends." He passed me a plate of bacon and sausage.
"No, thank you. I don't eat those." I picked up the bowl of fruit and piled some on my plate.
"Really? I figured you were the hearty breakfast kind of girl." He smiled at me.
"Not really, I can't maintain my figure by eating that stuff." I politely responded before taking a couple bites of the fruit mixture.
"What are you a model or something?" He got up and refilled my glass of orange juice.
"No, I'm a, um, I'm a dancer." He paused before sitting back down.
"So that would explain you dancing so well last night." He smirked as he sat back down. I finished the fruit and the newly poured glass of orange juice and stood up.
"I think, maybe I should go. I have to get home and finish up some work and I have rehearsal and a dinner tonight." I fidgeted in place as he got up.
"Did I say something wrong? Did I offend you?" He walked towards me.
"No, I just don't like being late or rushed." I tried to play it off but I could tell it wasn't working.
"I'll bring you some fresh clothes and intimates. You can shower if you'd like to." He picked up the food and placed it all back on the tray, walking out of the room. I walked towards the open bathroom door and found two pristine white towels folded on the bench next to the huge glass walk in shower. It was a touch-pad shower. I had wanted to install one in my townhouse but I couldn't afford it just yet even though I could probably have asked Ivan and he would fork out wads of money for whatever I wanted.
I stepped into the shower after taking off the clothes he had given me and touched the "rain-fall" option. Water fell from the ceiling and I basked in the heat as it touched my skin. I closed my eyes as Classical music started to play. I just stood there for a few minutes enjoying the heat and relaxation. I washed my hair and body, rinsing off quickly. I grabbed the towel from the bench and wrapped my hair up and then my body. I opened the door and peeked around the corner to make sure no one was there.
I walked out and on the bed sat a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra as well as pair of black shorts, a red tank top, and a black sweater. I'm guessing he had a sister because there was no way a man like that just randomly had women's clothes sitting around. They happened to be the right size, in fact they fit my body perfectly. Maybe his sister was my size, yeah that's what it had to be. There was also a pair of black flip-flops sitting on the floor by the bed.
There was a knock on the door and Gio walked in. He was wearing a black suit and a red tie. I mentally drooled over how handsome he looked. He walked towards me and handed me a bag as well as my purse. "I thought you might want the clothes you wore last night. I had my staff wash them and steam them for you. Your car was also driven to the address you had given me last night. I didn't want you driving home drunk." He reached out his hand and something in me pulled me towards him. I put my hand in his and we walked down the spiral staircase to the front door. "Is the same address the one you want me to take you to? I assume that's your apartment." He took a pair of keys from his pocket as we continued to walk outside.
"It's my townhouse, but yeah." I smiled at the kind gesture he had made by making sure my car got to my place and that I was safe. No one had done that out of the kindness of their heart before, normally it was because I was a valuable asset. A black Range Rover SUV pulled up and a man dressed in a black suit got out.
"Are you sure you'd like to drive yourself, Sir?" The man was clearly in his employ.
"Yes, Martin. I'll be fine. I have a very capable woman with me." Gio smiled at the man and patted his shoulder.
"Of course, Sir. Madam," he bowed before me and walked inside the house. That was definitely a first.
"Let's get you home now, hm?" Gio walked me to the passenger side and opened the door. I climbed in and buckled my seat belt. He shut the door and walked to the drivers side, getting in and starting the car. He buckled in and then plugged my address into the car's GPS system. It was completely loaded with all of the perks. Gio put his hand on my thigh as he pulled through the gate at the end of the driveway.
The car ride was mostly silent as I just stared out of the window, hoping and praying that when I got home he wasn't there waiting for me. I'd be in major shit if he saw me with Gio. "You look like you're deep in thought." I looked away from the window and half-smiled.
"I'm just really tired and dreading work tomorrow, that's all."
"You could have just stayed and spent some time with me..." I started to drown out his voice as we approached my townhouse. A blacked out Tahoe was sitting in the driveway. I knew he was waiting inside for me and I was in some deep shit.
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