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Chapter 9 - CHAPTER NINE

Morning after mayhem

MAXIMUS

"Ughhh," I groaned, shifting uncomfortably with my eyes still closed.

Damn, my head hurts like hell.

I forced my eyes open, hoping I had made it back to my own room. But no such luck. Instead, I found myself in a strange, tacky room. The bed is covered in cringey, silky heart colored sheets and pillows. The walls are painted white, but what really stood out are these weird paintings of two people hugging-clearly meant to be lovers, based on how intimate the embrace looked.

Why am I here? This room is ugly as fuck.

I hissed as a sharp pain shot through my head. I lowered my gaze, hoping it would ease the throbbing, but the sight in front of me made it worse-rose petals scattered all over the room. What the hell?

As my vision cleared, the horrifying truth hit me: I am in a love hotel, and there's a motherfucking stranger lying naked beside me. It didn't take much to figure out what had happened last night. Horror filled my handsome face as I desperately tried to push the thoughts away.

NOOOOOO. This can't be happening. Did I just lose it?

I jumped out of bed, completely naked, and made my way around to the other side, where the guy's sleeping peacefully. Thank God, his head is covered with a towel, with only some dark brown hair sticking out.

At least I don't have to see his face and I dont need to.

I bent down, cautiously lifting the silky red-white blanket. Slowly, it revealed his bare body underneath. His skin is pale, smooth, almost like a dumpling. I still have taste even when drunk, at least.

Note to self: Seriously cut down on the drinking-it's getting out of hand.

Earlier, I was debating if I should just leave and accept the fact that I did slept with a stranger, move on, and never look back. But no, my stubborn curiosity wouldn't let me. So here I am, investigating my so-called "crime."

My butt doesn't hurt, so clearly, I wasn't the one on the receiving end. That meant he was. I started looking around for any sign of lube or condoms, but I found nothing. My heart sank. Did I actually go in raw?

My eyes widened in panic, and without thinking, I quickly spread the guy's legs.

"Mnnmm~"

Oh crap. Please don't wake up!

I squeezed my eyes shut, nervously twisting my index and middle fingers together, a habit I'd picked up when anxious. Slowly, I cracked an eye open and sighed in relief when he merely shifted in his sleep, giving me a... better view.

Not that anyone asked, but the sight is stunning. My breath hitched as I took it in, my mind wandering where it shouldn't.

Focus, idiot! I shook my head, forcing myself back to reality. There's a mission here-no time for fantasizing about the unconscious guy in front of me.

I spread his legs carefully, checking the bedsheet for any sign of what might've gone down. Sure enough, there was a suspicious amount of white substance staining the sheets-but nothing on him, no signs around his... well, no evidence there.

Wait. Did I get it wrong? Am I the bottom?

I shook my head furiously, rejecting the thought. That can't be right. I'm the buff one here! It only makes sense that he did the serving, and I was the one eating!

I positioned myself between his legs, bending down to get a clearer look. His entrance is pinkish and slightly swollen. I hesitated, knowing what I am about to do is insane, but for the sake of my pride, I have to be sure. There's no way I'm going to accept the idea that I have been the bottom without solid proof. If that's true, I will be sulking for a month.

Steeling myself, I carefully inserted my middle finger inside him. His body responded with a soft moan, and I froze for a moment. Ignoring the tension, I added another finger and gently twisted them before pulling out slowly, trying not to wake him.

I lay on my stomach, hands propping up my chin, feet casually kicking in the air like I'm watching a movie. But instead of a movie, Im happily watching the aftermath of last night's action, the evidence clear as day. Seeing the cum gush out of his hole, I grinned ear to ear. Victory! I didn't bottom! Hooray!

My grin grew wider as I spread his legs even more, humming some random tune while I basked in my win.

"OUCHHH!" I felt a sharp kick to the face making me yell. Thankfully, he just moved his legs since his position was a bit uncomfortable. Lucky me, though, right?

Holding my magnificent face, I pouted like a kid. Mission accomplished, though, so whatever. I guess this is our goodbye.

I stood up and started heading toward the door, but a sudden idea made me stop in my tracks. I glanced back at the guy on the bed. A light bulb seemed to pop up above my head.

I looked back at the guy on the bed and had a sudden thought. What if he is in danger of suffocating because of the towel covering his face? He might be struggling to breathe. I should remove it. .

'No! You'll regret it!'

Oh, come on! I do whatever I want! You and I are the same person; if I see it, you see it. If I hear it, you hear it too. What I say, you say-

'FINE. JUST SHUT UP.'

Heh. I then walked back to remove the towel. No one can ever win an argument with me. Self vs. self is equal to self-win. A win against myself is a win for me too. You get it? Well you should because If you don't get that, well, let's just say it's your loss.

After I pulled off the towel, I was struck with a comic-level shock. My jaw dropped, and I staggered backward with my hand on my mouth, eyes wide like I'd just seen a ghost.

What a small world, tiny chef!

ZANE

I woke up feeling numb, especially in my lower body. What happened? As far as I remember, I was in a bar drinking with a newfound friends, that's it. How did I end up sleeping in this strange room? I squinted my eyes shut as I felt a throb in my hole. It was pulsating fast, and I felt something slick oozing.

FUCK.

How did this happen? Are you out of your mind, Zane! You pledged to your younger self to never give it easily to someone!

I observed the small room. This is definitely a hotel. Where's Brando? Is he not concerned about his best friend? I grabbed my phone on the side and found out that Brando had messaged me last night to go back on my own.

I sighed helplessly. I should take this information like a man. It's not like I was harmed or anything. I just lost my virginity, nothing serious, and most importantly nothing happened.

Yeah, nothing happen-

One tear suddenly dropped, followed by another. I tried to stop my stubborn tears by wiping them aggressively, but to no avail, I only made it worse.

I flopped down on the bed and cried silently. You should've said no even in your drunken state, Zane Josh! You're so stupid!

I am emotionally unstable due to the situation I am in when I notice a hand written note on the table. I headed to that side, limping as I ignore the pain. I pick up the note while I reading it halfway.

Anger suddenly dominated my emotions as I crumpled the sticky note, thinking of one person who might have written it. With zero enemies at work and having built my reputation over the years, even with brief encounter in the elevator, I'm sure that brat is the only one who would do such a thing. I'm certain of it.

Last night, that familiar voice I heard is now a hundred per cent confirmed to be the weirdo, Maximus MacGregor. Frustrated, even in my mind, he always sticks his tongue out teasingly.

I was having my own breakdown five minutes ago, and then this is what I found?

Surely that fucker is mischievously grinning all day, all week he pleases BUT Ill definitely kill him to pieces if he ever dare show his face to me so. .

"Dont you EVER fucking dare show your stupid, ugly face , young Heir"