Together But Not Really

CHAPTER - 04

ALISON'S POV

I woke up with a throbbing headache. It was killing me. Seemed like drinking till 'I pass out' wasn't exactly the best idea. I clutched my head tightly to reduce the pain a little, which wasn't helping much as I still felt like someone was banging my head into a concrete well. Yeah, not the best feeling. I slowly started to rub my forehead to ease the ache when I heard the voice of the door unlocking, which instantly made me open my eyes and the first thing I did was to scream, loudly. The person standing beside me looked like a maid, as she was in one of those kinds of uniforms and when I looked around, I wasn't even at my home. I was lying in bed with a hungover pain with a maid standing in front of me with a tray with breakfast at someone else's place. At a stranger's place.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed for the second time.

Was this real?

How did I end up here?

What the hell did I do yesterday?!

"Madam, are you okay? You seem to have a very bad headache. Have some breakfast, then I will bring you some painkillers. Do you need anything else Madam?" the maid looked at me sympathically as she kept the tray at my bedside table and waited for me to say something.

"Ermmm!" and I ended up coughing, awkward.

"Yeah I am good. Thanks for asking though." I replied in between my embarrassing coughing session and the headache I was feeling at the moment.

"Okay, I will take my leave then." I waited until I was sure that the maid had left and screamed for the third time, causing me to cough even more.

Too much screaming for the day.

After I was done freaking out over everything I faced first thing in the morning, noway a good morning. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and tried to think about last night. I closed my eyes and attempted to think about what I did after getting wasted. I remembered drinking one shot after another and tapping my foot to the rhythm of the music the DJ was blasting. Then I remember a hot guy sitting next to me at the bar counter and me staring at him like a hungry predator. I was staring at him and blamed the alcohol and my stupid brain, who decided that it was some brilliant idea to drink this much.

Talk about letting it lose.

It just ended up getting more messed up.

I was even flirting with him but he had turned me out right, rude jerk. Then I had gone to the dance floor. I remembered a creep touching me and then that hot guy had come to my rescue and had pulled me out of the bar. That much was clear. But then what? I tried hard to think about what had happened next. And suddenly the light bulb went off in my head. He had grabbed my hand and made me sit in his car, but after that, everything was just a blur and nothing but a hazy memory.

Wait!!

He was drunk, and so was I.

I was throwing myself at him and he took me to his home.

All of them pointing towards one thing.

"Did I hook up? Don't tell me I just f****d a random guy, God!!" covering my mouth at the realization, I slowly removed the duet and that's when I noticed that I wasn't even in my clothes from the day before, instead I was wearing only a white shirt which obviously looked like a male's shirt. Frigging nudges, I had no idea why I was currently in a stranger's bed in his shirt.

I was quick to cover myself to the neck with the duvet when I heard the shower go off and the bathroom door opening. Now that I think about it, the shower had been running all this time but I was too busy to care about the sound of a damn shower. And the same from yesterday, I so shamelessly tried to seduce, walked out of the washroom, in a towel only. A lowly hung towel around his waist gave me a full view of his well-defined abs and for a split second I couldn't look away.

"Oh you are awake- Ouch what are you doing?!" the man questioned as I threw a pillow at him, which was a nice head shot.

"What the-" I threw another pillow at him before he could get to complete his sentence.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU p*****t!!!" I yelled as I couldn't stop screaming and throwing any stuff at him that I got hold of.

"Wait, listen to me." He uttered while trying to save himself from getting hit by the things I was throwing at him.

"Listen to your bull crap! Yeah right. That's the last thing I will do. I know guys like you who use their hot looks to get under girls' pants." I muttered angrily while glaring at him. I couldn't believe that I had let it happen to me. I was never the one to throw myself at some random guy, but here I was.

"You should seriously stop yelling and making up stories woman!" he roared as he approached me while dodging a porcelain vase that I threw at him and within seconds he was standing right in front of me.

"YOU-" I stretched my hand to find something else to hit him with, but he was quick. He held both of my hands above my head and slowly leaned down, closing the distance between our faces.

I could literally hear my heart hammering crazily at the nearness. He was still practically n***d and his body glistening due to water droplets. I could feel his breath on my face and the smell of fresh mint engulfing my senses. His brown caramel eyes boring into my black ones and I had never felt a loss of words at the mere sight of a man. 'Oh God, don't let that towel fall. Don't let it fall.' my mind screamed as my eyes went to the only thing that was barely covering his body.

"I didn't f**k you." he spoke, his deep voice was doing me something. I felt his smirk as his lips brushed against my earlobe like some feather touch, smooth and tender, setting my body on fire. Why was it so hot in here all of a sudden?

"Means we didn't- You know what I mean?" I asked after gulping down my saliva and breathed which I had seemed to forget for a moment. I could finally process his words, but trust me, stuttering and stumbling on my own words wasn't the best definition of confidence.

"Yup, we didn't." and he burst out laughing next me while my cheeks burned red.