I open my eyes again and this time I'm looking up at a ceiling fan. I rub my head although it doesn't help with this deadly migraine. I manage to sit up and when I turn to my left I see a girl in the kitchen with only a shirt and boy shorts on.
"My type of morning." I mumble under my breath. She turns around and grabs a bottle of water and walks toward me.
"Drink this." She says throwing me the bottle.
"Um thanks." I say confused.
"And before you bombard me with questions. This is my house, I dragged you here when I knocked you out. You'll be fine as long as you drink that. And no, we absolutely did not have sex." She says all at once.
"Great." I say looking down. "Are you at least-" I start to say.
"No, I'm not. I have a fiancé." She says then walks back into the kitchen.
"Who are you?" I say scratching my head.
"Oh, right. My name's Airi." She says.
"I'm-" I start to say once again.
"Tray." She says. "I took a look at your ID." She says nonchalantly.
"Ok." I say.
"You can... go." She says looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Oh right." I say turning back. "Can I at least get your number?" I ask. She sighs and puts her number in and slides the phone across the table to me.
"Thanks." I say as I walk out.
"Oh and wait!" She says and I step back in. "Don't call that number unless you get knocked out again." She says. I smile and walk out.
I finally got back home after having to walk back to the club for my car. I walk in and King is sitting on the couch with Nique.
"Tray, you've been gone for ages!" He says laughing.
"Yea." I say closing the door.
"Damn, was the pussy that bad?" He asks.
"Nah. I'm good, bro." I say walking up to the stairs.
"Aight man." He says.
Who was that?
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FanfictionTray has always been very distant from people and has kept his personal life the same way. He keeps girlfriends and friends in one category but one girl just manages to slip out.
