The night after
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RUBY
I groaned in pain as I opened my eyes to the white ceiling above me.
I knew the alcohol was going to cost me a lot because of my low level of tolerance for alcohol.
I attempted to get up from the bed when I realized that I wasn't in my room and I was naked. My eyes widened as I looked at my naked ass in the bed.
"f**k!" I cursed, raking my hair with my finger as memories of last night briefly resurfaced in my head.
"Deeper and harder," I cried as the Greek god thrust deep into me from behind.
I snapped out of it as I didn't want to remember the shameless act of mine last night. Not only had I made out with a stranger but I had also f****d him.
I gave my virginity to a man whose face was blurry in my eyes yet he looked handsome.
"It is finished," I mumbled to myself as memories of last night resurfaced in my head.
"Please don't stop, please don't!" I cried as he pounded into me faster. I felt so good that tears were coming out of my eyes.
In no time, we both came together and he changed our position.
I couldn't believe I had s*x with a stranger last night and not just in one position but in a different position too and I couldn't count the number of times I came.
I wasn't a saint and I wasn't naive when it comes to any s****l activities but I wasn't experienced. If someone had told me that I'd lose my virginity to a stranger yesterday, I wouldn't have believed it because I was adamant about being a virgin until I met the right one.
"I see you are awake."
I heard a suave voice say and my eyes instantly turned to the direction it came from. I gulped loudly when I saw one of the most beautiful beings created by God, standing shirtless and in basketball shorts.
He had a coffee mug in his hands as he walked closer to me. The further he walked, the most it felt as if he came to me in slow motion.
I shook my head to snap out from my daze.
"Good morning," the stranger greeted, showing his pearly white teeth at me and I swallowed the invisible lump that formed in my throat.
How could a man look this handsome and sexy at the same time?
My eyes glanced at his tone packs and moved until they lanced on his v line and I gulped again before looking away, not wanting to be caught staring.
Memories of his d**k resurfaced in my head and I curse myself for being so perverted.
"How are you feeling?" The stranger asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I felt my mouth dry.
"You must be exhausted," he said, sitting down on the bed, too close enough for my heart to handle.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking around the big room with a nice interior decoration.
"You are at my place," he said and I stared at him frantically.
"You don't remember what happened or do you?" He curled his lips to the side.
"I doubt you will be able to forget last night. Nobody forgets their moment with me," he said cockily and I felt the urge to wipe the smirk on his face.
He was right though, memories of last night were vivid in my head although his face was blurry last night was euphoric although I wished I never lost my virginity in that way.
"The name is Damien," he stretched his hands forth.
I furrowed my brows. I was still holding onto the blanket tightly around my chest.
"Can you take me back to the club so I can go back home from there?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with him.
I heard his chuckle, "Come on. I could take you back home. What's your name?" He asked.
I wasn't comfortable with him. My heart was racing faster than normal and my thoughts were all over the place. I needed to leave here to gather my thoughts and him being closer wasn't helping.
"Are you not going to tell me your name? I mean I know you are not mute because your moans were all over the place, giving me the energy I needed to burst inside of you although I didn't," he said and I felt the urge to slap him.
I flushed in embarrassment as I quickly got up from the bed. In the movies, the female leads were always lucky enough to leave before the male lead arrived but in my case, it wasn't the same as I got caught and the handsome jerk I lost my virginity to wasn't keeping his mouth shut about last night.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked, looking around the room to see if I could see them.
"I gave them to the dry cleaner. Why are you in a haste? Do you have work today?" He asked but I did not reply to him.
"Why did you give my clothes to the dry cleaner? I have to leave now!" I complained.
"Why don't you wear mine home and come back for yours? I mean..." He got up from the bed and walked up to me and I stared at him cautiously.
"We could go at it again. I mean I loved the feel of my d**k in your p***y and..." I quickly cut him off.
"Just shut up and get me my clothes!"
I didn't want to remember last night and I have decided to leave yesterday's activity for yesterday. What does he take me for? A slut?
"You sure do have an attitude but I like that. Feisty," he smacked his lips and I rolled my eyes.
"f**k you," I muttered.
"You already did and I would love to f**k you again," he replied with a mischievous glint on his face.
"Argh!" I groaned.
"I need my clothes now!" I exclaimed in anger.
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