Vote
Comment
Breathe
*edited
Hope you enjoy. Trying to work on my plot development. So prom I'm so scared. I want a date. At the same time nope. You guys? It's like 7 months away right now. I'm still panicking.
*******************

Ugh  my head hurts so bad."What's this?" I lift off the hand off my waist.

Holy fuck is this a man's hand, it better not be a man's hand.

Oh my god is that abs laying comfortably on my bare back. I swear please let me be dreaming.

Bare back, man hand, head ache, did I? Did I really? Do the?

Mating ritual?

I whimper, I did didn't I. With who though? Who could I possible lost my damn mind for?!

Don't look, don't look. Whoever this man is he's comfortable as hell. His chin is resting nicely on my bare shoulder.

He doesn't feel all bad. He feels smooth I don't know why. But did he see my rolls?

Please god let him be as blanked out as I was.

I need to move. I need to get to sneak my way out of here. 

But I can't I'm stuck. I try to move the man says in his sexy deep voice. It's raspy but hot." Baby, please no."

I mouth,"Baby." That's not me is it? Oh god. Why did I leave Christmas dinner? Why did I leave Yuri.

Did I get kidnapped?

Like those wattpad mafia stories? I can never be one of those girls.

Stockholm syndrome be damned!

Like I said I ain't no ones baby, besides my parents. I push the man off of me. He falls onto the ground.

"Calling me baby who the fuck? I am no damn child."

I start putting on my pants, halfway finish. The man is now off the floor, his back facing me,"What the hell, all I wanted was a little closure." He turns around.

Oh my Lord it's him. I squint at him.

"Zephy?" When did I learn his name?

"What the hell Zephy?"

He glares back at me. "Don't look at me like that. I was trying to tell you. I can't hold down my liquor." He adverts his gaze.

He waves his hands in exaggeration "But nooooooo I ain't leaving till you drink, you brought this among yourself."

I stomp away sliding into my shirt. "I can't believe you."

He takes my arm not forcefully but enough for me to stop. "No, where you going?"

I can't look at him heat rushes up my face. We actually did the thing. That I tried so hard to not do. Of all things to a stranger.

Wiping the tears that are falling viciously quickly. "I don't need to tell you shit."

He spins me around so I'm directly facing him. "You can't...." He sees my tears. "Just leave."

His hand hovers over my face unsure if its okay to wipe them away. He drops it.

I push him, backing away. "Why the hell not?!"

"Because I love you!"  I frown, he's kidding. He's joking. He's a stranger.

I'm so confused. "You don't even know me, besides I got a boyfriend who does."

He looks deep into my eyes. I can't help but stare back into them. There's emptiness yet hurt that stares back at me.

"No, you have a fiancee who loves you."

I can't take this make believe shit.

"No I have a boyfriend, and no you don't love me."

I sigh in frustration why doesn't he get it? Saying shit like that is not what I need. I just need to leave.

"Paisley Daniels, I love you and that's final."

I push him back frustration over powering me. " I don't get how you can love a total stranger?"

Zephy looks hurt his barely-on towel seems to droop a little more. As if reflecting his feelings.

"We're not strangers."

Clearly angered by the nonsense he's sprouting. "How are we not? I never met you a day in my life! I'll remember being told I have a fucking fiancee."

He sits on the bed. "Yes you did, we met when we were younger.  I remember exactly, when I fell for you."

†***************†
Vote
Comment
Breathe
I tried to be more dramatic. Do you think Zephen lying? Do you think Paisley's parents been holding out on her? What is some weight loss tips y'all have?