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Isla'spov.
My eyes slowly peel open when I feel the mattress underneath me start to shift. I turn my body to see Darius, the cute bartender guy, putting his shirt back on and pulling up his jeans. He turns his head and my hazel eyes meet his emerald ones. The light from the curtains hits his face perfectly accentuating his bone structure while also making his eyes glow.
"Morning Isla, did I wake you?" he asks me.
"Yeah, but It's okay," I reply and sit up a bit wrapping the sheets around my frame.
"What time is it?" I ask rubbing my face a bit. I'm surprised I don't have a hangover this morning.
"It's about two-thirty pm," he replies.
Scratch that. This afternoon.
"Damn I didn't think I slept that long," I reply chuckling. He chuckles with me before grabbing his stuff. Then he comes to my side of the bed and sits down next to me on the side edge.
"I have to go. I have work in about two hours. But I wouldn't mind if you gave me call maybe so we can hang sometime. I really like you," he says stroking my cheek. My lips curl into a smile at how sweet he is. Then I remember my mission with Billie and internally groan. It's gonna be complicated being with two people at the same time even if one of them is fake.
"You okay?" he asks when he notices my change in expression.
"Yeah, I just remembered the studying I have to do today," I reply shaking my head.
"I would like that too," I say after a bit and unlock my phone handing it to him. He creates a contact and he gives me his phone so I can do the same.
"I'll text you later Isla," he says before starting to get up. I drag him back down before he can and he looks at me puzzled before I connect my lips to his. I don't know whether this will be the last chance I'll have to be able to again without feeling guilty.
When we finally disconnect he smiles at me again showing his pearly whites. Then he gets up and walks out of the room. When he's gone I let my back hit the mattress again thinking all about last night and this morning.
Darius is so cute and sweet and sexy as fuck and I want him so bad. Especially since he's good in bed too. I also want a steady relationship at some point.
But
I also need money. Badly. And Billie is a way I can get it so I can pay for my mother's hospital bills.
I decide to maybe try and get up and get dressed so I can leave but then my head touches the pillow and I reconsider that decision.
"Five more minutes," I mumble to myself before I drift off into wherever we go when we fall asleep.
