Together But Not Really

CHAPTER - 05

ALISON'S POV



"Yup we didn't." I looked at him as if he had grown two horns. Shoot me! But I was still trying to depicer all of this while he retreated back and stood straight with a distance between us now. I continued to stare at him before blinking a few times. Tell me, I was just having a nightmare and none of it was real. Just a bad dream. Nothing more, nothing less.

But I damn well knew it wasn't.

"Oh my God. Pheww!" I heaved a sigh of relief, while he just stood there with a smug face and I literally would have died out of embarrassment if I would have had a wild night with a guy I knew nothing about.

"Seems like someone is too relieved," he teased, with his crooked smile on full display, and I had to keep my mouth close just in case I would end up drooling in front of this man who surely knew how attractive he was and he had no shame in using it to his advantage.

But since when I was such a man-hungry w***e!

'Well, since your ex decided to cheat on you.', my conscious mocked me. Quite reminded me why I wanted to get laid yesterday. Damn you conscious. Thanks for the wake up call that I didn't even ask for. I was getting back to being in a foul mood. I needed distraction, thinking about that trash was just pissing me off. I looked here and there to keep my mind off of him, but the white tiled floor didn't seem to intrigue me, so I raised my head and- holy s**t my eyes were blessed with those perfectly carved abs. Don't look, Alison. No don't stare, I told myself, but my eyes betrayed me and I continued to drink in the mouth-watering sight that was in front of me. Maybe not getting laid for almost a year was taking a toll on me. No, I was just admiring what's worth it.

Yeah, admiration it was.

"HAHAHA.. Very funny. Ermm, but now will you consider putting on some clothes? You can roam n***d when I am out." I tried to act confident to prove that his Greek god-like body wasn't affecting me like it would to any other girl. I wasn't going to let this self-obsessed man have that pleasure and feed his ego that his smirk can make any girl drop on her knees in front of him.

"Sure I was about to, but then I saw you were enjoying the show a little too much." I so badly wanted to wipe off that smirk on his face which maybe was permanently etched. But my cheeks flared red nonetheless at the realization that I was caught like a deer in front of the headlights.

Embarrassment was an understatement at this point. Anyway, I still held on to my facade of you-don't-affect-me-boy. Though maybe I wasn't doing a very good job at it for sure, as he didn't say anything, but his smug face was enough of an indication to know. But gladly the man wasn't enough of a jerk to point it out.

He just went to his closet and pulled out a black V-neck shirt. And don't get me wrong for basically gawking at him as his muscles strained when he raised his hands to wear the shirt. Trust me, he was such an eye candy to watch. Damn, since when had I become a perv? Well, maybe since my ex whom I dated for years cheated on me. Gosh, now I realise what I was missing out on because of that asshole.

"So if nothing happened, how did I end up at your place, in your bed and to not forget your shirt? Would you like to enlighten me!" if what he said was true, if seriously we didn't sleep together, then how could anyone possibly explain this whole situation that we were in right now. I didn't get it.

"Oh you wanna know... What really happened?" I tried to get an answer from him because, apparently, I was too wasted to remember a thing and now I could only rely on the stranger to put some lime-light on what had happened. Hope, I won't have to dig up a hole and bury myself.

"You really wanna know..." he started marching towards me again. At least he wasn't n***d this time. But what was it with him and personal distance? The man didn't seem to have any idea about it.

"Yesterday you..." he caught my hand and pulled me close, our chests colliding and I could swear that I could feel the heart exploding at the proximity. The question was, was it his or mine? I would hate to bet on it, but probably it was me. After all, the guy looked as if he had made many girls swoon over him.

"You just vomited a ton and then passed out. That's all." he laughed his a*s off while I glared at him. The audacity of this man!

"And your shirt?" I pointed out while suspiciously staring at the shirt I was wearing currently.

"You have puked all over your clothes. I couldn't have possibly left you in those." he explained while trying not to burst into a fit of laughter again, and to be honest, if he would, then I wouldn't hesitate to decorate his face with a big fat a*s bruise. I was already so embarrassed as it was, seeing him chuckle about it just made me want to smack my head. I am never drinking again.

"Did you then..." did that mean he saw me n***d? My body was on full display in front of a guy that I didn't even know the name of. Kill me already!

"Hold your thoughts woman, it was the maid that you met earlier. I asked her to change your clothes and, well, I didn't have any female clothes, so with no other choice I had to give away my shirt.", now I was kind of starting to feel guilty towards him, for assuming things I pleased and accusing someone who actually saved me from getting assaulted and took care of my drunk self, he must have been paranoid.

"Sorry." I mumbled meekly, too ashamed to say the word out loud. I wondered if he could have heard me but the faint smile on his face told me that maybe he did.