Mariah slowly opened her eyes that morning.
"Where am I?" She sat up slowly. She noticed she wasn't in her room.
She looked around, the realization hit her, she was in a bar room. Memories of what happened last night flashed in her head and tears blurred her vision.
She heaved and cleaned her eyes. She felt something like a leg nudge her. She turned to her right and saw a man.
She frowned slightl, scrutinizinh him.
His blonde hair fell on his face giving him a very nice look, his lashes were long for a guy, his nose was nicely pointed, his lips were bright red.
She blinked at his sleeping face. He was the most handsome face she had ever seen. He was far more handsome than Larry, her boyfriend.
Why was he on her bed? What was she doing with him? Why was he there in her room?!
She got out of bed. She accidentally hit an iron bowl. It fell to the ground and made a loud crashing sound.
The man's eyes opened. Mariah turned and their eyes met.
"I... I'm so, so sorry. It was an accident.""
He rolled his eyes.
"First you barge into my room uninvited, you show off emotional nonsense in front of me, you don't allow me sleep early, and now you wake me up. How annoying," He frowned.
"Excuse me? I should be the one saying all that. What are you doing in my room?" She squinted.
He scoffed, "Your room? Is this room yours?"
"Of course it's mine."
He sat up and looked at her amused.
"Wow," he chuckled.
She eyed him angrily.
The bed covers fell off his chest. For a minute Mariah was captivated. His shoulders were broad, captivating shoulder blades, his abs were just so beautiful that she couldn't look away.
His sculpted aquiline nose to his high cheekbones to his perfected chiseled jaw were all a wonder to behold.
She was actually drooling!
Her head was swirling with erotic thoughts, this guy was damn hot. She let her eyes run down to look at his thighs. He had strong thighs just as she loved them.
Her jaw unintentionally dropped, this guy was definitely not from earth.
"Are you satisfied?" His smirk was broad, noticing she stared.
His voice snapped her from her thoughts. Her cheeks flushed and they turned cherry red.
"I wasn't staring!" She tried sounding firm but failed.
"I can see that," he smirked.
She pressed her lips to prevent her from saying something she'd regret later.
"Oh please. I wasn't staring and that's final. Hmph." She raised her nose in annoyance.
He arched his brows, ""Don't you dare try acting all bossy and annoyed here. You might not like it, young lady."" His smirk had disappeared and he looked dead serious.
The look in his eyes made her feel a little scared, but she quickly concealed her fear.
He held his head and got down from the bed.
""You should learn good manners too. Gosh."" He walked to the table and helped himself to a glass of water.
She gasped loudly, "should I learn good manners? I have good manners!""
He laughed, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes, "Barging into someone's room doesn't seem like good manners to me." He gulped the water down.
Her chest rose in anger, "What the.."
"You barged into my room drunk last night and as the gentleman I am, I didn't kick you out."
"But this is.."
"My room," He finished emphasizing on the 'my'.
She frowned, "If this is your room, then who led me here?"
He scoffed, "Am I supposed to know that?"
She sighed, frustrated, "Well, I'm sorry for spending the night here." It sounded more like an angry outburst than an apology.
He held the glass in his hand, watching this surprisingly daring girl. Did she know who he was?
""I suggest you save your tongue lady. You might not like the outcome of your running tongue."" He stared at her dangerously.
His words made her face go bright red with anger. Who was this guy? First he fills her with wonder. The next second, he makes her so angry.
""You've overstayed your welcome. You may leave."" He said coldly.
She felt embarrassed, she was being walked out of a room by a total stranger! She looked around for her purse but didn't find it.
"Where's Where's my purse?"" She panicked. That purse was very important to her.
The man rolled his eyes at her and dropped his empty glass.
"Ain't you going to leave?"
She shook her head unknowingly and glanced at him.
"I, I, I can't find my purse." She bit her fingers panicky.
He sighed and walked towards a drawer, pulled some dollar bills out of it and walked up to her. He opened her palm and put the notes in her palm.
"Take this and get out of here." His viper green eyes bored into hers.
She felt annoyed. Why was this man such an brat?
"I want my purse, not your money." She sneered.
He squinted his eyes, ""Can you find your purse here? No right? Just take it and go home.""
She twisted her lips angrily, what a show-off!
"I don't want your money, you can keep it to yourself!" She said rudely.
His face hardened, "Is that so?"
He grabbed her hand and led her to the door. He opened it and threw her out, "Good luck walking back home." He scoffed angrily and shut the door.
Mariah was flabbergasted. How dare he?
She turned around and walked to the entrance. She got out of the bar as quickly as possible. She was fuming. It was her bad luck to wake up and see that bastard first thing in the morning.
"Argh! How did I lose my purse?!" She screamed, frustrated.
A few passersby looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She was too frustrated to think.
"Now I won't be able to get home quickly. Mom must be very worried right now.
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The door bell rang.
Clara rushed to get to the door. Mariah stood outside looking disheveled and tired.
"Good Lord! Mariah are you okay honey?"" She hugged her, "I was so worried about you." She said.
"I'm sorry Mom, it's just that," She began to sob.
Clara led her inside and made her sit.
""What's wrong with you? What happened?"" She was concerned.
"Larry, he, He cheated on me!" She cried in disappointment.
Clara sighed, "Oh honey." She cupped her face, ""That is what I've been saying. But it's okay, now you know his true character, you've learned your lesson.""
"I'll never date again! All men are evil!" She cursed.
Clara smiled, ""You'll be fine honey. You'll be fine.""
Her dad came in, ""Mr. Smith will be here today."" He said sadly.
Clara turned to face him, ""What? But..."
"I know, but it seems we have no choice." He sighed, "We'll have to face him."