Faith

Drunken Behavior

Faith's POV

I woke up with a slight headache. I took a minute to intake my surroundings and it was the same luxurious room that I had woken up to just yesterday. If only I could call this home. But I never can.
Then it all hit me- me slapping Xavier and then running out to the back. Xavier killing the poor man. And me falling into his arms before I passed out. O my gosh! I just hope there isn't more to this.
As I was about to get out of the bed, I noticed the cool feeling upon my skin. Was this because of this silky blanket ? I removed the soft black blanket only to see myself in nothing but my undergarments !

The feeling of panic and anxiety struck me hard as I tried to control my breathing. Who undressed me and why?! Oh please don't let it be -

I broke out of my jar of thoughts when I realized that the door to the beautiful bathroom had opened- revealing a fresh Xavier. His jet black hair was messy and wet while his abs showed and glistened. He wore nothing but a pair of joggers. But he didn't need to wear a shirt anyways- since his tattoos substituted for one.

"Morning, sexy" he smirked while coming closer and my heart dropped at the nickname because now I know it had to be him who had changed me. He's never called me that before. It's always been "sweetheart" or "darling".
When he came closer, I brought the blanket closer to me as I held it tight to my body, making him chuckle darkly as If This was all amusing to him.

"Covering up, are we? No point of that now." He spoke.
"W-what do y-you mean?" I hesitantly asked
"Oh nothing. I'll let the memories come to you on it's own." He smirked before making his way towards the exit of the room. Oh you are not leaving without giving me answers!
"Wait!" I yelled making him turn back, and he just stood at the doorway with an eyebrow raised waiting for me to continue.
"W-what happened last night?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know. With that question, he began to come closer to me.

"Isn't it obvious?" He smirked while pulling the blanket off of me and to the floor but I immediately grabbed his towel that he threw on the end of the bed before.
It was a little wet but I needed something to cover up so it's gonna have to do.
"Hmm. I guess you look better in my towel." He spoke while coming closer to me and placing a hand around my waist. I tried to sit up but he pushed me down and hovered over me and placed my hAnds above me and held it there with one of his hands.
I made a confused face at him because he was taking forever to tell me what i needed to know.

"You woke up after fainting and chugged down a glass of my strongest intoxicating drink because you were frustrated."  When did I wake up? I don't remember drinking! I never drank before... I'm 19!

"Then..." he started tracing my jawline with his fingers while smirking, making me shiver out of my nervous state.
"...you begged me to play games with you."
"W-what games?" I asked. What led me to be undressed ? "Fun games" he answered. I began to feel panic within me rise again. He has a different meaning of 'fun' than I do. He must've if he's looking at me like... that
"You stripped for me" he said out of nowhere while pulling in the edge of my towel. His towel actually.

"And I must add- it was one of the best show I ever received." He chuckled, making my eyes tear up. He took advantage of my condition. I would never do that for him. He's lying! He has to be! That's not me !
"You teased me with you're slow hands and it was enough for me to get hard baby." He whispered while dipping his head into my neck and planting the tiniest kisses there making my expression change from nervous to disgusted then back to being nervous.

"Then on my command- you danced you're sexy little body away and put it on me slowly - Grinding with the beat of the song." He whispered lowly.
"Now tell me, where did you learn to lap dance like that ?"