I wake with the worst headache ever. I sit up and quickly lie back down. I feel something pushed against me, I turn around to see Mr Hemmings. What the fuck? Shit shit shit!!! All I remember is going to a club with Steph. And now I'm here. I get and put my dress back on. I quietly exit his room and run down the stairs. I get my shoes and leave. It's about 5:00am. I have no idea where I am, I don't have my phone and I have the worst headache. Oh my goodness, best day ever.
I been walking for about an hour now and I've got myself even more lost. I have my dress from last night on and my shoes in my hand. I should've just stayed at Mr Hemmings's house. Where the fuck am I?!? I start crying. I'm on this highway in the middle of nowhere. No cars in sight. Why does he live so far away? I see a sign in the distance, great. A few minutes later I reach the sign, (random name), Kunama 20. Twenty kms?? At least it isn't three hundred kms. I keep walking and ignore the pain shooting through my body.
More hours later I stop walking. I'm still crying because I'm in so much pain and I'm still far from home. I'm still on the highway, it's so fucking long. I'm trying to remember everything from last night. Was Mr Hemmings drunk? Why did I go to his place? Where was Steph? I have no idea what the time it is. I'd say maybe 2:00pm. How long does it take to walk twenty kms? Because I feel like it shouldn't take this long. I'm so fucking hungry! Only two cars have driven past me since I've been walking. My feet are bleeding and my headache has gotten worse. I groan and keep walking.
A car drives past and stop ahead of me. Someone hops out and I see a familiar face, Mr Douchebag. "It's a long way to walk," he says. Fucking douchebag.
"Fuck you," I say back.
"Now now, what did we say about using that language?" He smirks.
"You don't own me I can say what ever the fuck I want," I reply, crossing my arms. He laughs and turns back to his car.
"Get in," he says.
"No. I'd rather walk, thank you," I angrily say, walking away.
"It'll take you a while to get back." I stop and think. My feet are killing me and I have like nothing on. But I fucking hate him. But I'm hungry. I turn around and get in his car. He smiles and gets in. He starts the engine and drives. "So may I ask why you left?" He asks, breaking the silence.
"Because I hate you," I say. He chuckles.
Fucking dick.
"You must be in so much pain. Your feet are bleeding and you were really drunk last night," he says softly.
"I am and it's your fault," I reply.
"Why is my fault, I didn't do anything," he says loudly.
"You took me to your place, which is like five thousand fucking kms away."
"I took you to my place because you were shit faced, and I don't live there it's my friends, my house is getting renovated," he says. Damn he's hot when he's angry, but still fuck him. I sigh and lean back in the seat.
Not long after we arrive in Kunama. He stops at a red light and turns to me, "so what's your address?" He asks, smiling. I tell him my address as the light changes. Thirty minutes later we arrive outside my place, well my gates, we still have about one km till we are at my house. I get out of the car and put in the code. I go back to the car and the gates open. Mr Hemmings drives through and the gates close. "Fancy place you've got here," he says. I nod. We pull up outside shortly after, and I jump out.
"Do you uh maybe come in for a uh coffee?" I ask him.
"Sure," he smiles. I open the front door and we both enter.
"Im going to quickly change, you can sit down if you want," I say and he nods. I run to my room and put on some comfy clothes. I go downstairs and walk to the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat?" I ask while making the coffee.
"I'm fine, thank you," he says. I nod and pour the coffee. I give him the cup and make myself a sandwich. We go to the living room and sit down.
"Sorry," I say.
"For what?" He asks confused.
"Getting drunk and for swearing and for making you drive me back," I say. It starts pouring with rain. And thunder begins.
"It's fine," he smiles. I smile back. Before I knew it I was on top of him kissing the fuck out of him. He almost instantly starts to kiss me back. His lips feel amazing. He starts to kiss my neck and I let out a moan. He moves back to my lips. I have no idea why I'm kissing him but it feels so right. I'm now lying on the couch and he's on top of me. He pulls away before taking off my shirt. He starts to kiss me again. He places he hands on my breasts and starts to massage. I moan into his mouth. I pull away and just look at him. What do I say? "That was nice," I say.
"Yeah it was," he chuckles. We sit up and I put back on my top. "I should be going, it's getting pretty late and I need to get back home," he says standing up.
I frown, "you can't go out in this, there's a storm, you might get hurt." I stand up. "You can stay here."
"Okay," he sighs. I don't know why but I feel happy that he's staying.
"You can watch tv while I cook dinner," I say. He nods. I walk into the kitchen and start cooking. "Dinners ready," I call. He comes in and sits down. I put the plates on the table and sit down.
"Thanks for this," he says.
"It's fine," I reply. Suddenly the lights go out. Great a black out. "Fucking hell," I curse. I finish my plate and carefully make my way into the kitchen. I put the dirty plate into the sunk and rinse it. "You done Mr Hemmings?" I ask.
"Mia, please call me Luke and yes I'm done, it was delicious," he says, getting up and placing his plate on the counter.
"Thanks Luke," I say. I walk out of the kitchen and bump into a wall. "Stupid fucking thing, I hate the dark," I say rubbing my head.
Luke starts laughing. "Hahaha, oh my goodness." Fuck him.
"Hey Luke I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed are you?" I ask.
"Yeah sure," he says. I make my way to the stairs and go up to my room.
"You can uh sleep uh with me if uh you want," I say.
"Umm sure," he says. I smile. I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
"Luke, where are you?" I ask. Feeling my way over to the bed.
"Here," he replies. He's standing right in front of me. He places his hands on my waist and puts his lips upon mine. I run my hands down his torso..He hops on the bed and lies down. I hop on top of him and start kissing his neck. He moans and it is the sexiest thing ever. I can feel his erection. I start grinding on him and he moans again. I bring my lips back to his. He grabs my bum and squeezes it. "Fuck," he says, when I get off of him. I smile and lie down. "I'll be back," he says, getting up and walking to the bathroom. "The powers back," he yells. A few minutes later he returns. His face looks flushed. He hops in bed and wraps his arms around me.
"Have fun pleasuring yourself?" I ask.
"Yeah, but it could've been better if you were pleasuring me," he says. Oh I bet.
"Goodnight Luke," I say sternly.
"Night night." Damn the fucking man confuses me. First he's a dick and then he's sweet and now he's being a cheeky fuck. I yawn and cuddle closer into his chest and fall asleep, to the beat of his heart.
