I don't know how long I was out.
The last thing I remember was yelling at a complete stranger.
But when I woke up, I realized that wasn't the case.
I was lying in a king-sized bed, under silk sheets….. And I was naked.
Wait!
Like N-A-K-E-D…. NAKED!!!
Oh my God!
Who the fuck was sleeping next to me? Why the fuck was I naked? Where was I?
Oh my God!
How much did I have to drink?
Again… Why was I naked?
I looked to my right to see the sexiest looking man, lying next to me. I blinked a few times as I stared at him.
It was him. It was the stranger from the bar.
I gasped.
Holy shit! We didn't?! I mean…Did we have sex?
No way. What happened last night?
Think Bella. Fucking think!
Okay, I remember being upset. I went to the bar. I remember a drink. A really strong one.
Then, the stranger came and sat next to me. And started talking shit. Yeah, he was a total jerk. He insulted me and I yelled at him.
And then…
Omg. I punched him. And then, I remember falling.
So….
How did we end up here? Did I get so drunk that I couldn't remember? Or did the guy rape me? What if he drugged me?
Oh no. What did I do?
The guy moved and I froze. He groaned.
His eyes opened and he stretched.
Then, he turned his head and our eyes met. I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what to say or what to do. So I yelled hysterically. That's right. I shouted like a mad woman and hit him with a pillow.
He was totally surprised and jumped out of the bed. He was naked. He was fucking naked.
Omg. He was big.
Like BIG!
Like you know that thing. It was… Big.
I had never seen one up close. Not in real life. Daniel and I had never done anything.
I mean, we had fooled around, but that was it. It was so big.
How the fuck would it fit in there?
I turned my head to get a better look. I mean, how many times would I get to see such a big one, right?
The stranger cleared his throat and I blushed, looking up. He had caught me staring. He grabbed a robe and put it on.
I did the same, with the sheet. I couldn't look him in the eye. This was so embarrassing.
After a while, he sighed and said,
"Well, Good Morning to you too, love." I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.
My eyes widened.
"Morning?" I asked, shocked. "It's morning?!"
I checked my phone. It was 9 am.
Fuck! How the hell did I sleep that much?
"What happened? Why am I in your bed? What did you do to me? Who are you? I am going to call the police and have you arrested." I said.
The stranger rolled his eyes.
"Calm down. I didn't rape you. Jesus. Do you always get this crazy when you're sober? If so, you are going to have a hell of a life." He said.
I glared at him.
"If you didn't rape me then why am I naked?" I asked.
"Because you threw up on yourself last night." He replied.
I froze.
"I threw up?" I asked.
"Yeah, on yourself and me. You stained my $10,000 suit, but I couldn't care less." He said.
"$10,000?!" I asked.
That was a whole lot of money.
"I am so sorry." I said, looking down.
What did I do?
Did I really ruin such an expensive suit. What if he asks me to pay for it?
I don't have a single penny to my name.
My parents didn't give me a cent when I moved to the city. I was literally living off Daniel.
Daniel had the money. So, I was basically broke.
"Don't worry about it. I have more suits than I can count." He said, walking to the other side of the bed.
I stared at him.
Why didn't he ask me to pay for the suit?Maybe he thought I was broke. Oh God.
Did I look broke? What did he think of me?
I wanted to ask him, but decided against it.
He grabbed a remote control and pressed a button.
Then, he turned his head and stared at me.
"You need to leave. Now." He said.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. You need to leave. Get your stuff and go." He said.
"But…." I said.
"Listen. I am not going to have a girl, who I don't even know, sleeping in my bed. Especially after she threw up on me and hit me with a pillow." He said.
"Okay, but I didn't hit you." I lied.
"Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes.
I looked around and saw a shirt lying on the ground. I quickly grabbed it and put it on.
As I did, the stranger frowned.
"That's my shirt." He said.
"Sorry, but I don't have anything else to wear. So, can you please lend me something?" I asked.
"Just grab whatever. The clothes will be sent to the cleaners. And don't worry about your stuff, it's been taken care of." He said.
I froze.
"My stuff?" I asked.
"Yes. Your cloth. Your bag. You threw up on everything. Even my car." He said, walking to the bathroom.
I cringed.
What the fuck happened to me last night? How the hell did I get so wasted?
I was about to ask him about it, when the bathroom door slammed shut.
A second later, I could hear the shower.
I sighed and decided to check my phone. There was no missed calls from Daniel. He didn't even care to check up on me or call me. Not that I expected him to, but still, it would have been nice.
I walked around the room and looked for a pair of pants.
Finally, I found a pair of boxers. It was better than nothing. I took off the robe and slipped them on. They were huge.
But then again, the guy was huge, so I wasn't really surprised.
I couldn't believe I would walk out with a shirt and a pair of boxers. That would make the whole morning more interesting.
Just as I finished getting dressed, the stranger walked out of the bathroom.
He was wearing another pair of pants and he was shirtless.
I mean seen him naked but now… God!
Now he was dripping wet. His muscles were bulging. He looked hot. Like a fucking model.
The way the water drops slid down his abs and the way his muscles flexed…
Omg. The man was a god.
How can someone look this good? What was God thinking when he made this guy?That was when he noticed me staring.
"Do you mind?" He walked towards me and grabbed a towel.
As he did, I felt a familiar feeling in between my legs.
Oh no.
Why was I turned on? I was supposed to hate the guy.
"Sorry, I was just leaving." I said.
I rushed to the door and stopped.
"Hey, I never got your name." I said.
"Edward Cullen. Now go." He said, drying his hair.
"Oh. Well, thank you Edward. For letting me crash here. You didn't have to, but I really appreciate it." I said.
"I said. Get. Out." He said.
I frowned and left.
I could feel his eyes on me as I did.
He was definitely a jerk.
A good looking jerk.
But still a jerk.