I was still trying to piece together the events of last night. Everything is still a blur, but I need to at least know how things happened. As much as I don’t want to, I’ll have to keep everything a secret from Samuel, my boyfriend.
It was still surprising that I even ended up in bed with somebody else. Maybe Toni remembers something that I don’t. Wait, did I even see her last night?
Damn, I really can’t remember. Well, fuck it for now. Let me just ease up at home, try and get some sleep. Hopefully that will help bring things back to me.
That’s how I’m going to keep last night a secret.
I gave Samuel another kiss on his cheek before breaking away and walking down the hallway to the back of the apartment, “Yeah. Toni went shopping earlier this week.”
I couldn’t help showing a coy smile at him, “Hey there, big man. You trying to spy on me while I’m showering, huh?”
Something’s not right. Last night is all a blur, I don’t know how the hell I ended up here, and I sure as hell know I need to get out of here. My entire body felt like shit and it’s hard for me to wake up.
Then again, based on the way things are, do I really want to wake up? If I do, then that means that all of this stuff was real. More importantly, how am I going to explain all of this to my boyfriend?
He’s won’t like this.
I didn’t get a response. He was probably still in a deep sleep, considering the fact that I could yell right in his ear and he still wouldn’t wake up.
My stomach sank as everything started clicking in my mind like a puzzle. I had to lean over and keep my head in my hands to try and think.
“Thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun with you.”
In a weird way, I can see myself acting like the same kind of character like the one I play in my video games. I always tend to go for the one that looks over everybody, making sure they’re all okay and wanting to keep them in tip-top condition.
And in my actual life, I’m always doing my best to try and keep my girl happy and healthy. But just like in video games, I won’t always be given an easy task to complete. But, with a big of creativity and technique, I can do just about anything.
And tonight, it involves feeling “frisky.”
From the loudness of her voice and the constant use of the word “Fuck,” I can’t help but assume work was more than stressful today.
I give her a warm smile. I know she didn’t mean to say that to me, “It’s alright, baby.” I plant a quick kiss on her heated cheek to accept her apology.
Living above a bar will usually give you some unwanted noise every week. It’s always at its worse when you’re trying to spend a nice, quiet night in with a good book on the couch. The roars of people partying and the booming of music can easily break your immersion into the novel in hand.
On top of that, if you live with a roommate who frequents said bar below you’ll eventually have a night where they come home a bit… different. Of course, that could either play to your advantage or give you a long, stressful night.
But what would you do if they somehow started doing the unexpected?
Mia glanced from around her book in response, “That’s the alcohol taking over Rosa. The more you drink, the warmer your body gets. You didn’t even drink water in-between, did you?”
Rosa proudly shook her head with a smile, “Water doesn’t taste good. It doesn’t taste as good as what I had, and I had a lot.”
Everybody likes to enjoy a nice night out at their favorite locale. Party-goers are always searching for the hottest clubs to dance the night away, have a nice drink or five, and to allow themselves to give into the energy swirling around in the air. Dancing, laughing, and a strong urge for the flesh is all too common at tonight’s bar.
Behind a perfectly waxed countertop and a wall of used shot glasses stood a man of age, his gray streaks beginning to show along his hairline. Although he age was a bit out f the normal for the average customer, his appearance and physique made it look a few years younger.
Passing out all kinds of drinks to thirsty customers, he calmly completed his bartender duties until a familiar face appeared before him.
“Have you had your usual drinks tonight? A shot of vodka and a martini?”
“Actually, I only had one martini tonight. Well, one that I personally ordered. I had about four total.”
Four, huh? Which lucky person does she have her sights on tonight that would buy her three more?
The right style of music can set the tone. Outside influences would get the blood flowing and emotions rushing. If two people manage to tap into their desires and passions during the heat of the moment, their next few actions will cause a chain reaction that plays off of one another. One thing leads to another and soon enough, you both will feel rather, sinful.
One who obviously knows what she’s doing and another who’s there for the new experience, two people take their time exploring each others’ bodies. Thankfully, there’s enough music roaring just outside to muffle out their own music they’ll be making.
“How often do you come to the bar, Claire?” Emilia asked with a tint of intrigue.
I can’t believe I’m really doing this… Maybe it’s the booze giving me the extra courage to do it right now.