A True English Man

Chapter 7

I look around me and notice I'm not in my room, either of them. I rub my eyes and slowly adjust to the light pearing through the white curtains. I soon realise that I'm in a hotel...but why?

I begin to recollect the events which took place the night before and as I wiggled about under the covers I realised I was naked, fully naked and I then saw my clothes significantly draped over and around the room. As I'm looking around the room for my underwear my eyes land on a sleeping figure next to me.....he looks so peaceful but I can't be here when he wakes up. I have to go.....NOW!!

I sneak my way out of bed without disturbing Faz and slowly race around the room collecting clothes from various points in the room.
I go to retrieve my vest top that I always wear under my Wasps jersey every match for good luck however when I pick it up, it's been ripped in half as if it were caught in a tornado. I think back to last night and what happened.......

........I slowly feel his hands snaking around my waist and under my vest top, my jersey at this point was at the entrance to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

He connects his lips to mine once more and I can no longer wait, it has to come off, I begin to tug at the hem of his Sarries top and surely he takes the hint. "Is this your way of telling me to take it off?" I look deeply into his eyes and nod. He's no longer on top of me but is sitting up on the bed removing his top, which had landed on the desk after being flung from Owen's body. Oh my god his beautiful body.

He slips back on top of me, back to snaking his hands up my vest and to snogging the hell out of my lips. He begins to tug at my vest like I did to his "Well Mr Farrell, is this your way of telling me to take this off?". He shot back a reply "Wow using my own smart ass line against me? You really are my type". I giggle at his response, however I begin to struggle when trying to get my vest off. Faz caught wind of this and said "Here luv let me help". He lowers his lips to my neck and then to the top seam of my vest and he bites it riping right through the stitches, tearing the actual vest in half, revealing my chest. The only thing in between Owen seeing my bare chest was my bra and I'm sure it won't be long till that's somewhere..........

...........I smile at the thought of last night and what happened after that, I currently have my thong, my jeans, a single sock on my body although I still have a fully exposed top half. I look around the room attempting to find my bra. My search was interupted by a voice "Top of the wardrobe" I look over my sholder to see a slowly waking up Owen Farrell. I smile at him the look over to the wardrobe and surely my lacy black bra is hanging from the side of the wardrobe. "Thanks Faz" He replied "No problem....um...um....what's your name again?" he says as he scratches the back of his head/neck.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE SERIOUS I MEAN WE'VE BEEN TEXTING LIKE 2 MONTHS FOR CHRIST SACK I'M NOT JUST SOME CHICK HE PICKED UP OF THE STREET!!

"THE FUCK! Are you serious?"

"Jordan it's a joke calm down how could I ever forget your name" is what he said while getting out of bed, completely naked I might add(not that I was complaing, who in their right mind would) and coming over to hug my bare back from behind. I looked at us in the mirror. Me standing infront, covering up all his junk and his hands across my front covering up my boobs and I think him, he's my future.

Owen Farrell is my future...

We're interupted by my phone pinging 'text from Lil Bitch🙃😇😍🤬' it was Tammy "Yo!!!! Where the holy hell r u?!?!?!? Elle is fuckin freakin! So evry1 else.....MESSAGE US BITCH!!!!!!!" I look at the message then at the gazzilion missed calls and other texted from everyone. I look at Owen "I should go...Elle's getting worried. I'm sorry" He gives me an understanding look and says "It's ok Jord, you got a kid, she needs you, I just can't wait to meet her properly and the rest of your family". I smile at Owen just revisiting what I said earlier about him being my future.