Just Love Me Again ~HyunZy Story

Chapter 4: Bed Scene

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Let's go to the beach, each

Let's go get away

They say, what they gonna say?

Have a drink, clink, found the bud light

Bad b-tches like me, is hard to come by

The patron on, let's go get it on

The zone on, yes, I'm in the zone

Is it two, three? Leave a good tip

I'mma blow off my money and don't give two sh-ts

I'm on the floor, floor

I love to dance

So give me more more, till I can't stand

Get on the floor, floor

Like it's your last chance

If you want more, more

Then here I am

Starships were meant to fly

Hands up, and touch the sky

Can't stop, 'cause we're so high

Let's do this one more time

Starships were meant to fly

Hands up, and touch the sky

Let's do this one last time

Can't stop.. ♫♬

Pumapailanlang ang kanta ni ni Nicki Minaj sa buong club.

Lahat ng tao ay umiindak sa dance floor.

Georgina’s on the bar ordering drinks.

Nakaka-apat na siyang Margarita at dalawang brandy but she wants more.

Nilulunod niya ang sarili sa alak.

Ito lang kasi ang alam niyang paraan upang makatulog ngayong gabi.

Simula kasi ng magkita sila uli ni Jean ay hindi na lamang mga bangungot ang gumigising sa kanya, hindi na talaga siya makatulog.

Hell. Ano ba ang nangyayari sa kanya? 

“One tequila sunrise,” order ulit niya.

Inisang lagok lang niya ito at umorder ulit.

Everything she look at is blur and in haze.

She’s drunk. Right, she’s now drunk and she let out an exasperated laugh and whispered, 

“I can sleep well now, damn the hangover afterwards.” 

She paid for her drinks and when she was about to stand, she suddenly lose her balance at muntik pa siyang masubsob sa may bar stool.

If not for the strong arms that wrapped around her shoulders, siguro sa ospital na ang bagsak niya.

Ang bango, mukhang gwapo din ang nagmamay-ari ng amoy.

She turned around and stared at the man eyes half open and said, “Jean.” 

Then she passed out.

She can smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toast.

Her stomach’s growling, her head aches.

Shit, hangover.

But she has another problem, a big problem.

It’s not her room; everything in the room is masculine.