Playboy (Colby Brock X Reader)

2.

My stomach churns in a harsh motion, pulling me from my unconscious state. My eyes refuse to open just yet. Something soft rests beneath the tips of my fingers. It is comforting, a contrast to the hurricane brewing in my body.
The air hints of unrecognizable cologne, and there's a weight next to me.
I finally force my eyes open, wincing at the sunlight creeping through the blinds.

This is my bed.

Beside me lays a man. His mouth hangs agape, taking in a portion of my pillow. Examining my body, I am fully clothed in a tshirt and sweatpants that do not belong to me. On the floor lays two more bodies, still yet to rise from their drunken rest. My eyes scan the rest of the room, on my nightstand, a folded note sits.

We only kissed. I put you in new clothes so no one could see under your dress. Don't worry about the guy in your bed, I made sure he didn't try anything. See you around.

-C

The letters blur as I read and my head pounds. Slowly, I crawl out of bed and stumble into my bathroom. My hair is clumped in messy tangles and my lipstick from last night is almost gone. I take a makeup wipe and clean the eyeliner and mascara that has long been smudged from around my eyes. I throw it in the trash and make my way to the kitchen, stepping over multiple sleeping people, and grab a glass of water.

I make my way to the couch, where Morgan is sprawled in the arms of a familiar face that I can't quite recall how I know.

"Morgan," I shake her arm, "Hey, we have to clear everyone out. Morgan-"

She groans and places her palm on her forehead, wincing, "What?" She mumbles, slowly unwrapping herself from him.

I motion to everyone passed out on the floor, and annoyance takes over her features. She grabs the water from my hand and finishes it, "Thanks." The breathes before standing up.

One by one, we wake everyone up and they stumble out of the apartment like zombies. She wakes the man on the couch last. He looks around, as if he's missing something.

"Have you seen Colby?" He asks, his voice still littered of sleep.

"Colby?" Morgan repeats in confusion.

"Yeah," he rubs his eyes, "he came with me last night," he looks up at me, "he was with you. You know? The tall, lanky, emo looking one?"

I stare blankly at him, trying to think. The last thing I remember was being on the balcony... and him following me, "I... I don't know." I respond softly.

The note.

C.

Colby.

"That's his shirt." He points to my chest.

Morgan smirks at me, raising her eyebrows. I roll my eyes at her, "Uh, there was a note on my nightstand. Didn't say much other than that we only kissed and he made sure no one tried anything?"

"Okay, he probably just went home then," he dismisses it. Slowly, I remember bits from last night. I spoke with him. We did a shot together. Jake. His name's Jake.

"You have my number right?" Morgan asks him while guiding him to the door.

"Yeah, you'll definitely be hearing from me soon." Jake answers, smiling down at her. He turns back to me and waves, "see you guys." With that, he walks out and closes the door behind him.

I collapse onto the couch, "I need a shower." I grunt. Morgan leans over the couch and looks at me.

"Go shower. I'll clean up."

"You're an angel." I smile and pull myself back to my feet.

"I know."

~~~

The cold water washes over me, further pulling me from my drowsy state. Slowly, I begin to remember.

"You look really good tonight." Colby grins, pulling me into his lap beside a few people on the crowded couch.

"I do?" I try to mask the shyness in my tone.

His hand grips my thigh, his eyes never leaving mine, "Yeah." He whispers before moving his hand to the back of my head and pulling me closer.

I feel my heart rate quicken and I hold my breath as his lips collide with mine. My head spins with euphoria as I melt into the kiss, my hands finding themselves buried in his already messy hair.

"Bedroom." He mumbles in between kisses. Without breaking it, I point towards the hallway. His hands travel around my legs and he lifts me, following the direction of my finger.

My back hits the bed and he hovers over me, his hands exploring my body. My hands travel to his belt, and he pulls away, "Not tonight. You're drunk." He says quickly before kissing me again.

"So?" I ask in the short time I have between another kiss.

He stares down at me and caresses my face, "You won't remember me. I won't remember you. Let's keep it that way."

We both turn to look at the sound of the door opening. A man stumbles in, looking rather sick, "Sorry." He blushes, swaying to stay on his feet.

Colby sighs and gets up. I feel the weight of my eyes getting heavier, and it gets harder to keep them open.
Colby guides him to the bed, "Don't touch her."

The last thing I see before giving into sleep is Colby sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes fixated on the man already unconscious beside me.