Royally Screwed (COMPLETED)

3. PAIN IN THE ASS

3. PAIN IN THE ASS

The one thing I do not ever look forward to is the pain in the ass hangover that literally makes me feel like my head is going to explode.
Why is the act so enjoyable but the after effects just mess you up so bad you literally cannot walk out of the bed. Talking about walking out of bed, I'm struggling to do just that right now.

Even without remembering what happened last night the pain in my ass is screaming that I got brutally pounded by that hot piece of ass. That Adonis of a man is either huge or very rough in bed. I wish I could remember most of what happened after my fifth shot but the rest is a blur, but surely this pain also proves that he packs a punch.
I know what you are thinking and no, I will say this again, I'm not a slut. I don't go around getting drunk and sleeping with random guys. I only ever had one boyfriend and he was the only person I slept with until he decided sleeping with one person wasn't good enough for him.

After finding him sleeping with some random girl, I almost put him to sleep forever. Lucky for him I got tired of beating his stupid ass and hearing his girls annoying screams. So, I left him breathing. I haven't seen him since which is shocking because we lived in the same neighborhood and shopped in the same places even before we started dating.
He must be avoiding me which is good. Let the little bxtch fear me because next time, I will finish the job. I gave that stupid ass my love and virginity. He should pay for wasting something so precious. Anyway, that was about a year ago.

I am a person who firmly believes in love at first sight and the Adonis I met last night is definitely the love of my life. So what if I slept with him? I have been celibate for a year. I'm practically a virgin. What would you expect to happen if you met your soulmate?
Talking about that walking masterpiece, where is he?
I looked around the room and realized I was in a very popular expensive hotel.
"Mmm...he is rich. Definitely a keeper," I said to myself with a smile.
I forced myself to stand and almost screamed because of the sharp pain on my lower back when I tried to straighten up. Yes. He was definitely both big and rough. I might not be walking properly for a few days. Now I know what they mean when they say the walk of shame.

"Hello?" I called out but there was no answer. I did not have the energy to check all the rooms in this presidential suit. I hope he went out to buy something and would be back soon but the note on the bedside table proved me wrong.
It took two seconds for my mood to turn from sweet to sour. WHAT THE HELL!!

'Hey. Thanks for last night. Here is a little something to show my appreciation.'

The note read. No name and no flipping number. Meaning, he didn't plan on seeing me again, but that's not why I was fuming with anger. I was mad he just got up and left just like that, but I was about to explode because the asswipe left me a couple of hundred dollar bills like I'm some hooker. What the fxxk. Me! THE Duncan Elijah a fxcking hooker?! It's a good thing he ran away because I was going to make sure he would never see his future babies. The next time I see that worthless waste of space I'm going to rip his balls off and force them down his throat. That asshole is so...

My fit of anger was interrupted by my ringing phone. I searched for my jeans which were way over in the kitchen. My clothes were all over the place proving that last night was wild and crazy. I wish I could remember.
Actually, I don't, because thinking of that stupid giant makes my blood boil. Why does he have to fit the profile of my perfect man? Why do I have such poor taste in a man. All this thinking was just making my headache worse.
"WHAT?!" I screamed over the phone.
"Well, good morning to you too. What do you have shoved up your ass?" my older brother asked with his usual cheery tone. We were total opposites. He was an optimistic guy who was nice to everyone. A little too naive as well. I have watched too many girls take advantage of his kindness many times. Including his current girlfriend who my parents adore. If they only knew it was all just an act to get money. Damn gold digger. Too bad they all think I'm just mean and see the worst in everyone.

I'm more of a don't fxck with me or I will beat your ass kind of guy. We all can't be fluffy and friendly. Many people say I look more like an adorable puppy. Well, that is until they spend five minutes with me and my true colors shine.
"You don't want to know," I responded, feeling more annoyed, "You didn't answer me. What do you want?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. Your plane is leaving in an hour and mom and dad are freaking out over your sudden disappearance last night," he explained.
"First of all, I didn't disappear. I went out partying with my friends. Second, I'm not a little kid who you have to check in with every time I want to take a piss. Tell them I will meet them at the airport and they should stop being overdramatic," I said before cutting the call.

Considering how much I despise my parent's decision, I would have definitely eloped with the guy I met last night. Well, that's if he wasn't a douche-bag and going to meet his death the next time I see him. And looks like he could afford my lifestyle and I would have totally done it. Anyway, let me get ready to meet my doom.

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