29 parts Complete MatureAny party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck.
In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by.
Flirt.
Fuck.
Flee.
Simple.
Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty five years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car?
And of course, I wasn't alone.
The little dimple faced dude from last night's party was in here too, by my side, and was...
AWAKE.
Plus he was grinning evilly at me.
What the hell?
And guess what was the first thing he said to me.
"Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way."
SLAP!
I found my palm on his cheek.
My eyes widened when I realized I just hit one of the heirs of the S.S.I. This dimple-face could blow up my estate with one of his 'toys' people were comparing to the Tsar Bomba.
