Desire... Or Blackmail? {EDITING}

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(Y/N'S POV)

Rolling over to your side, "Ahh... My head hurts." you groan, the sunlight piercing through the blinds, illuminating the room. Had you had too much to drink? You weren't really sure. The events of last night were fairly hazy, as you tried to piece together a basic grasp of what had happened. Your vision had been blurred and speech slurred, but the memorable scent remained the same... The same one that was enveloped in the bedsheets which had been placed on your body.

You heave a sigh in defeat.

Sitting up, you reach for your phone rested on the nightstand. Sliding your fingers across the glass screen, your eyes widen in shock.

It was at this moment you realized, it was the next day - not night like you had assumed. Your mind was doing backflips, somersaulting, as a shade of crimson had tainted your cheeks, heat increasing with each passing second as you observed underneath the thin sheets.

"Holy shit!" You shrill, hand cupping your mouth as you confirmed your worst nightmare to be a startling reality.

Your clothesless body under thin bed sheets.

Your blood runs cold, panic settling in as you realize that your camera is also missing. Ruffling your hair in frustration you curse, "Fuck, it was my first day on the job too..." You kick the bed sheets to release your frustration, not realizing how much of an idiot you appeared to be in front of the man perched against the door frame arrogantly.

"Looking for this?" A deep voice booms, earning your attention. Snapping your head, your eyes shoot daggers at the boy who's flipping your camera around carelessly on his index finger. An annoying smirk tugs his lips as he observed you, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as your ears were practically pouring steam in rage.

"Give me that!" You approach him, snatching the camera from his hands. You smirk in victory, yet you couldn't help but be surprised as he allowed you to claim your camera back with ease.

"Wait a minute... Who are you?" You question, eyes narrowing, skeptical as you noticed his gaze wasn't fixed on you as a pose to your... chest.

There's a small moment of silence. Glancing down, you instantly flush a deep red, wrapping the bed sheet around you to save the last of dignity that you had.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner!?" You scream, his careless reaction somehow managing to piss you off even more, the intense desire to flip him the bird teasing your thoughts. Now wouldn't that be a treat?

The muffled sound of laughter fills the room, the culprit none other than the pecan-haired man by the entrance.

"Why are you still here!?" You shriek, blood pressure surely through the roof at this point. His presence alone was enough to make you want to strangle him with your bare hands.

"Do you not have legs? Get out!" You shout, shoving him out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

What happened last night?

You sigh sliding down the door, hands running through your locks of hair like gazelle prancing through the large plains of grass.

Why is this person here?

No matter how hard you tried to piece together the few memories you had, you couldn't make sense of the full picture. You had no idea how you ended up with this man, and you were certainly hoping the two of you had not performed a x-rated practice with each other because now that would be just straight up shallow.

Dressing yourself with the same attire from the night before, you ponder on your next move because let's face it; you had no clue who this man was, and you definitely did not want to 'get to know him better'.