Chasing Him

Chapter 2

'....fuck me..' An absolutely gorgeous man was stood in front of and uttered the words quetly, but he blushed as soon as he said it. He turned around so his back to me.

'Sorry, uh, I-I'm really sorry I'll give you some privacy.' I let out a half-hearted laugh.

'I think you've already seen enough to be worrying about my privacy'. I started to cry again and sunk to the floor, my humiliation overwhelming me. Mystery man number two instantly came and wrapped his arms round me, but I involuntarily convulsed at this, and a wave of nausea came over me. I threw up all over him.

'Oh god I'm so sorry' I sobbed and I started to get up and get some tissue to clear it up. Mystery man jumped to his feet.

'Hey don't worry about it. Do you want to go somewhere more private? I can go find one of your friends so they can keep you company.' He cooed his words softly, but I did notice him uncomfortably shift in his vomit-ridden clothes.

'No it's okay. Let's go get you cleaned up.' I walked over to the bathroom and he followed me. I closed the door behind us. It had been, what? 10 minutes? 15? I had been in this bathroom less than half an hour ago but everything had changed. My throat clogged up but this time I swallowed my lump and focused on the task at hand.

'Strip.'

'Excuse me?' He looked incredibly confused for someone who had been thrown up on.

'Strip. We need to get those clothes washed.' I shifted my weight onto my right leg, appearing confident made me feel more in control of this hopeless situation. He had a cheeky look in his eye but he didn't say anything. He quickly stripped off his clothes until he was in nothing but some tight, black boxers. I tried not to stare at him, but he was HOT. He wasn't ripped like a body builder, but he was nice and toned, and his pale skin flexed as he scratched the back of his head. He had the most gorgeous curly locks that flopped around his face, and ended just above his shoulder. His deep green eyes met mine and he smiled, a little nervous but that made him even more sexy. I was almost drooling at the sight of him.

'What's wrong with me?' I thought to myself. 'I got r***d like two seconds ago and now I'm going heart eyes for someone I just met.' I then thought back to earlier, I unzipped his trousers, I touched him. He didn't even ask me to. Before I knew it I started crying again. I felt a hand on my back, rubbing me in circular motions. Clearly mystery man had cottoned on that physical contact wasn't my favourite thing at this point in time. We stayed there for a bit, and then I shook myself, trying to collect my thoughts. We worked in silence over the next few minutes, I washed out the initial vomit and he lathered the contaminated areas with soap, then handed them back to me to rinse off. Afterwards, we placed a towel down, then the clothes, then another few towels, and sat down. Kiara was very financially stable, if you like to call it that, and she'd had underfloor heating installed a few months ago. The plan was to warm the clothes up from all sides for an hour, and then return to the party. Whilst we waited, we started to get to know each other more. 

He told me about his sister; she was a straight A student but no one understood how, as she spent most of her free time going to raves or hooking up with people she'd met that day. I found out about his dreams, he'd just graduated from university with an architecture degree, but realised the day after graduation day that he didn't actually want to be an architect. Currently, he was renting a small place and figuring out what he actually wanted to do with his life. I told him about my family - how my mum died when I was 5, how my dad had taken care of me and my sister by himself. He learnt about my dreams, I told him what I'd done so far in my gap year (charity work and gigs), and what I was planning on studying at university (music journalism). We talked about trivial things and we talked about important things, politics around the world and the smaller, more personal politics of our lives. It really didn't feel like long but, before I knew it, the timer I had set went off. It had been an hour since we had first sat down. He looked at me and sighed.

'Any chance you want to reset that timer?' He asked teasingly.

I shook my head and let out a small laugh. 'I should probably try and track down Kiara, I haven't seen her all evening'. I replied and stood up, straightening out my dress. I started to check myself out in the mirror. Maybe my confidence had been knocked slightly from this evening's incident, but I felt as though my stomach had expanded and my breasts stuck out painfully, I didn't feel as though I deserved to show anyone any part of my body.

'You look gorgeous', his voice whispered behind me and I smiled.

'Thank you, but my stomach is enormous.' I laughed. 'Sure is hard to bounce back from a pregnancy'.

He looked shocked at this.

'First of all, you look flat as a pancake to me, so you have a very odd definition of enormous. Second of all, baby bellies are sexy as hell and you'd be just as gorgeous with a lil belly on you. Third of all, pregnancy?!'

His last point was a little concise, but I knew what he meant. I shrugged it off.

'Kiara and Akira obviously couldn't conceive not having all the correct, um, parts, but they wanted a baby. I was their surrogate.' I shrugged it off again. Children were never a big deal for me so I didn't mind doing it, but I had to admit the pregnancy had been harder than I was expecting. It worked out well for them though - they had twins and, judging by their skin tones, both Kiara and Akira had a biological child each.

'Wow, that's so selfless of you. Even if you didn't want kids, to have to carry a human for so long... I can't imagine'. It's almost as if he read my mind. I smiled again and looked down, made self conscious from his compliments.

'Well, I'd better get going, I need to go and find Kiara.' I replied and collected my things from the side.

'This might be overstepping but.... could I.... get your number?' He asked me tentatively, almost afraid that I was about to rip his head off.

'Of course'. I replied with a small smile, entering my number, and my name as 'Mystery girl' with my actual name in brackets. He laughed when I handed him his phone, seeing the 'Mystery girl'. 

'Katya' He muttered. 'That's a gorgeous name' and he flashed me such a genuine smile my heart fluttered. He started to walk towards the doors.

'Wait', I called after him. He stopped and turned around. 'What's your name?' 

'I'm Daivik' He smiled as responded, and proceeded to close the door behind him.

I recognised the name, somehow, but I didn't know where from.

Had we met before?