Absolutely Yours

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Arthit's POV

I woke up with a sharp pain in my head.

Shit.

I tried to open my eyes but closed it back at once. My head ached and it's killing me. The sun rays were directly hitting me on my face. It wasn't helping me any better. It was blinding me. I wanted to stay in bed when I realized something.

Wait.

Sun rays?

As far as I know, my room wasn't directly hit by the morning sun even in the afternoon. I opened my eyes. I blinked several times for my eyes to get used to the sunlight.

This isn't my room.

Where on earth am I?

I quickly got up but it wasn't a good idea because my head aches even more.

Ouch.

Damn this hangover.

I will never drink ever again.

I swore to myself. I scanned the room and I saw my clothes neatly folded on the side table. Beside it was a small white plastic bag with the word "Pharmacy " on it and a glass of water. I looked at myself. Why the hell am I only wearing a boxer? I checked myself once again. My eyes wasn't deceiving me, I was indeed wearing a boxer. I can't even remember owning a boxer with an open red lips of a woman print on it. I looked at it once again.

What the fudge happened last night?

I tried to remember everything that happened last night.

The bar.

Bottles of beer.

The guy.

Yes, the guy. I wrinkled my brow.

"I'm also great in bed, " I remembered him say.

Did we do it? s**t.

I tried remembering what happened next. I was completely taken aback. But surprisingly, I was aroused at what he said. The way he uttered the words sent shivers in my spine.

He was very seductive. Maybe, it was the alcohol I drank but instead of feeling disgust. I got stirred up. I drank on my bottle again without breaking my gaze at him. He was staring at me too, while smiling sexily.

"Yeah? " I asked.

"Yeah, " he said pulling his head away.

I smirked at him. The spirit of alcohol got to me so a naughty idea came up in my mind. I put the bottle of beer in my hand. I quickly grabbed him by the collar. It prevented him from pulling himself away. He was astounded by the way his eyes widen. I saw his Adam’s apple moved. It meant he was tense too. Maybe he did not see this coming.

Got ya. I smiled proudly inside.

Again, maybe my imagination. I pulled him closer to me till he was one feet away.

"Yeah, how about we give it a try? " I was pissed at how conceited he was so I tried to challenge him. "Hm? Wanna give it a go? " I taunted him.

We'll see if you are all talk. I don't know if he was drunk too but he was crimson red. Did he just blush? It was entertaining. I got the upper hand now. I thought. Then, he shrugged. He put his two hands on top of mine and trace my arms till his two palms reached my nape. He kept my face steady. I was pretty sure, I was blushing. He looked at me. Then moved his face closer till he was half an inch away.

"Shall we? " he said. "give it a try? " he whispered the words as sexy as he can.

I am doomed. I thought. I removed his hand sharply.

"You son of a.. " It angered me.

I thought he'll run away. I was cut off by his laughter. There was something in his laugh that made him more sexy, at least for my drunk self.

"Chicken out? " he asked.

Instead of answering, I got the bottle of beer and drank it all. He was just watching me the whole time. I wiped off the liqour on my lips using the back of my hands.

"Let's go, " I said.

There's no way I am going to let him win. I stood up. I felt the whole world twirled. I was about to fall on the floor but he was quick to aid me. His body was so warm. It was a comforting kind of warm. "Pshh, lesh go. "

I didn't know how but he managed to bring me to a room. It was all blurry to me. Before I knew it, he was already opening a door.

"Is this my house? "

"How did you know my house? "

"Are you a stalker? "

He seemed to have a hard time carrying. I had my shoulder around his neck and I wasn't making an effort to make things easier for him.

"There, " he dropped me on the bed.

"Ouch, " I complained.

He chuckled. My stomach churned. I wanted to vomit. I ran to the toilet as quick as possible. I don't want to mess this place. I bumped into tables and chairs along the way repeatedly. I fell over on my butt at times but I didn't feel any pain at all. I must be really drunk. I heard him laugh.

"Is this entertaining to you? " I hissed.

He did not reply. He helped me stood up but I couldn't hold it anymore. I vomitted on his polo then passed out.

I don't have the slightest idea what happened next. How did I end up like this? Where is this? I scanned the place, this looked like a hotel. Not a cheap one at that.

Shit. s**t. s**t.

Where is he?

Is he in the shower?

The thought scared me. I need to get out of here, as soon as possible.

When I moved my body, I feel like it was aching all over. I was so tired I removed the blanket.

Why do I have bruises?

Some were dark the others were purple.

My lower body ached too.

Did we?

Did we really f*****g do it?

I shook my head.

No.

No.

I reached for my clothes slowly, I endured the pain. Then I noticed a note above it.

I prepared a medicine for your headache and a glass of water for you. Hangover sucks, I know.

PS You were great in bed too.

I am so dead.