Obnoxious Oxygen

Chapter Three

The world is spinning and I feel the need to vomit. But I don't want to open my eyes, I want to sleep more. Damn, my head pounded sharp and heavy. I need to get up and do something about this fucking headache grounded into my temples!

Lazily, I moved my back off the mattress with my eyes half open. Only to snap it wide–wide open! "Holy–fucking–shit! Where am I?" I muttered a curse and roamed my eyes.

I'm in the middle of a double size bed covered by white sheets with two pillows and a white blanket draped on my lower body. I started to panic, then I realize I'm still fully clothed. Muli ay ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata, fighting the nausea. Trying even through the pain, to remember how and why the fuck I'm here. In this mediocre bedroom that I'm sure I've never been in. Like, ever.

When I can't seem to find an answer, I opened my eyes again. The room is clean but that was it. It's plain. Painted all white, nothing on the wall, no curtains at the window, frames or even a lamp and a clock above the bedside table. I wonder what it's for. The room is bare, that's the exact word to describe it.

What did I do last night? How come I can't remember? I massaged my temples with both hands because one is not enough to ease the pain. Dammit, I'm drunk. Of course I am. I won't be dealing with this kind of pain if I'm not. While trying so hard to arrange the puzzle piece by piece in my head, the door swung open.

I lifted my gaze towards that direction and the missing puzzle I'm trying to figure out is standing right there with nothing but a worn jeans.

"Gising na ang prinsesa," his annoying baritone voice filled the room.

I shot him a sharp glare, if it wasn't because of the striking pain I'm dealing with right now, I would've kicked him in the ass. The man is really annoying. And God, I hate how his lips always curve into a grin.

If I am to give this annoying asshole a fair judgment, he doesn't look like an average man. Well, that's given. He's a De Salvo and no De Salvo ever look average. They exceed in everything. But Oxygen De Salvo, he's handsome in the most beautiful way if there's such thing. His eyelashes were too thick and those plum lips that women paid good money to mimic, he's illegal. And is definitely a sonuvabitch.

With that thought, I jumped off the bed. Looking at it horrified. Oh my God! With all the Gods and Goddesses of Greek Myth! He's here and this is obviously his place. And this bed. This one is his bed. He's a freaking fucking machine, by the looks of him, well my judgment runs good. I've slept here, above his bed. Freaking hell. A bed where he held his fuck fest.

Eeeeew! With five e and a single w!

"Hoy, ang arte mo. Malinis naman 'yang kama, ah." He said, he might've noticed the disgust all over my face that I didn't bother to hide.

I look back to his direction and to fuck with my eyes why it landed on his broad shoulders exposed early in the morning. Wait, what time is it anyway? Is it still morning? The beer he's holding in his hand confused me, so it's past morning? What kind of room is this? The kind that doesn't have any clock!

"Ano? Tatayo ka lang dyan? 'Yung gamit mo naiwan sa labas, pati sapatos mo. Bilisan mo na, ihahatid kita sa kapatid mo. Bago pa 'yon sumugod dito. Putangina, ayoko ng drama." Maaskad niyang sabi.

I grimaced hearing him curse. Not that I don't curse, oh I do! But his way of cursing is just disgusting. I winced at the throbbing of my head again. "Shit, my head is aching."

"Inom pa more," pang-aasar niya. He took a swig on his beer, then motioned the bottle towards me. "Gusto mo pa?"

Frowning, I turned to the bottle he's handing out. A Space Barley, I didn't know that's available here. Well, for a De Salvo, nothing is unavailable. I lift my gaze back to his eyes. "I need an aspirin to bounce off this headache."