Billionaire Happy After

Was prepared

Then somewhere between the fourth and sixth round, I glanced up at Christian to see him staring back at me, something that seemed startlingly close to desire in his eyes.

Or maybe I was just completely wasted and out of my mind.

But I leaned over and kissed him anyway.

In a stark moment of clarity, I wondered what the hell I was doing, kissing Christian f*****g Harvey 

Then surprisingly, he kissed me back, slipping his tongue in my mouth and making any hint of conscience melt into a disgusting puddle of mush.

It wasn't a sweet kiss, far from it. There was something desperate in the way his fingers tangled in my hair. I grasped his shoulder, nearly knocking over our glasses on the bar when he pulled me closer to him. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue, and I knew without it, this wouldn't be happening.

He pulled away, his breath ghosting across my cheek. "Let's get out of here."

I found myself nodding along before I fully processed his request.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bard, somehow stumbling less than me despite having more to drink. Always did have crap tolerance for that s**t anyway. Within minutes, we arrived at the hotel he was staying at. As he pulled me through the lobby, I saw the receptionist, the same one as this afternoon, give us a surprised look and I had the insane urge to flip her off.

Then Christian pushed me into an elevator, effectively cutting her off from my view. I leaned against the wall as we moved up, breathing heavily. I stared at Christian who stood across from me, doubts starting to creep in.

I'm with Christian f*****g Harvey .

I kissed him.

We're on our way to his hotel room.

What the f**k am I doing?

But before I lost my courage and found someway to excuse myself and leave, he moved across the elevator and pressed his lips to mine. I hesitated, but found myself kissing him back as we stumbled through the halls. He pushed me against the all beside a door, fumbling for his key.

Then we were crashing through his hotel room as he pulled my shirt over my head and I was in way too deep to even think about stopping.

"Condom," I choked out when he shoved open the bedroom door. Rational thinking somehow hitting me as he took off his shirt. It was in danger of disappearing when I saw his naked chest, though.

"You not on anything?" he breathed, pushing me onto the bed.

"I am, but still," I insisted. "Ninth grade s*x-ed talk about AIDS scared me too much," I rambled absentmindedly as I slowly trailed my hand across his back.

"You know, telling the guy you're about to f**k that you think he has AIDS really f***s up the mood," he informed me. But before I could respond, he pulled me into another deep kiss, successfully distracting me from everything high school health class had taught me about.

I pulled away when he pressed his hips against mine, attempting to grasp my wildly spinning out of control thoughts. "Do you have a f*****g condom or not?"

He pushed up onto his elbows then reached back and slipped a small foil packet out of his wallet before tossing it on the ground.

"Are you always prepared or something?" I asked curiously.

"I was prepared tonight," he muttered. "I just didn't think it'd be you."

It was getting hot.

Sort of that stage between comfortably warm and sweatingly hot. I snuggled deeper into the covers and turned, trying to find a cool spot on the pillow. I didn't want to wake up. My head was pounding, my mouth was dry and there was a slight ache between my thighs. I shifted again, trying to get comfortable. Then my hand touched something hot and hard.

I froze.

What the hell is that?

I gingerly trailed my hand down. Why is it in my bed?

Then it spoke.

"I wouldn't continue that, princess."

I screamed.

I felt whatever thing I was touching flinch before I quickly pulled my hand away. "Yeah screaming always sounds a lot worse in the morning."

What the hell was Christian Harvey doing in my bed?

Then it all slowly came back to me.

No.

No way.

I hadn't.

"I did not sleep with Christian Harvey ," I whispered to myself.

"Well-"

I sat up abruptly, cutting him off. Cool air hit me immediately, making me realize that I had no clothes on. I grabbed the sheet, hurriedly tugging it up to my chest, making Christian laugh. "You know I've seen it all before right?"

I groaned, sucking in a deep breath to try and calm my aching head. "Drunk me sucks."

"Actually, I think I like you better drunk then sober," he remarked.

I shifted off the bed, standing on unsteady legs and pulled the sheet with me to keep myself covered. Except, I ended up dragging off the comforter as well, exposing a very naked Christian and a part of his anatomy that I didn't want to see.

"Can you put that- thing away?" I demanded, staring slightly over his head.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh sure, let me just snap my fingers and suck it into my stomach."

"I don't want to see it." Even though with last night I probably already had. The memories would come back to me after my head stopped pounding. Unfortunately.

He let out a quiet snort. "You were pretty happy with it last night."

I slapped my hands over my ears. "Don't remind me."

"Holy s**t, is the thought that bad?" he demanded, looking offended for a split second.

"I don't do casual s*x, okay?" I exclaimed, then winced as the shrillness of my half-screech rang in my ears. I hate being hungover.

The Christian was back to his usually asshole self. "Yeah you made that pretty clear with your mini middle school s*x-ed talk."

"Can you be serious here for a minute?"

"We f****d," he said bluntly. "So what? What are you flipping out for?"

"Because it was you!" I blurted out. I really wasn't making this morning after any easier for myself by yelling, but he was so damn annoying. What the hell had drunk me seen in him?

Oh yeah, he looks just like Lucas.

Though I wasn't sure if I had slept with him because of that, or because I was somehow attracted to him in some stupid, inane way.

I also wasn't sure which of the two was worse.

"You know most people would brag about that instead of being ashamed," he pointed out.

"I don't even like you," I retorted.

He paused and tilted his head to the side, as if he was thinking hard about something, but the mocking glint in his eyes told me he was just taunting me. "Yeah, I think you mentioned that a couple times too. Wasn't as clear with you screaming my name."

I glowered at him. "You're an asshole."

"You still f****d me."

I dug my nails into the palms of my hands and spun so quickly I probably got carpet burn on my heels. "I'm going to shower."

"So that's a no to friends with benefits then?" he called from behind me.

I resisted the urge to let out a frustrated scream. "We're not even friends!"