Character;

Daniel Orlando

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Am I dreaming?

They were fuckin' making out!

Daniel was already shirtless and Veronica was clad only in almost bra and parties, their clothes already long forgotten on the floor.

Disgusting!

They are both disgusting.

They froze a few seconds later, finally noticing my presence.

They looked at me, a smirk drew on Veronica's face while Daniel had a shocked expression on his face.

What is he going to do now? Tell me he's sorry? Tell me it's just a mistake? Tell me it's not what I think? Tell me it's the devil's doing?

That was what I expected...

But he did none of the above.

He turned back to Veronica who was already dragging him back and trying to get back his attention and they continued whatever they were doing.

He didn't even care...

That I was his girlfriend. That I was right there.

My fist clenched tightly...

But I wasn't angry, I was sad, broken, shattered. I felt so....used.

My eyes got glassy with tears, but I couldn't let them spill.

At least not here...

I couldn't let anyone see how weak I was right now.

I opened the bathroom door and walked out immediately making sure I closed the door with a big....BANG!

Only one thing could calm me down right now and in fact I was already in the right place.

Alcohol.

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I felt so light....

The light suddenly got brighter....

The music got louder....

I felt better....

I was dancing crazily on the dance floor, moving crazily to the rhythm and grinding on whosoever comes my way. I just found myself having so much fun without even minding the lenght of my dress.

I climbed on top of a table, still relishing all the madness within, scattering all the bottles and glasses on top.

I didn't care.

I felt on top of the world.

I could hear noises, hails and applauds from around me.

"Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!" Was oozing around me.

I felt so alive!

More bold and confident than I could ever be.

My hand journeyed automatically to the strap of my dress, I started nibbling on it, trying to loosen it.

Immediately it loosed, I felt a hand yank me off the table.

I felt a masculine hand hold me tight as I tried to lazily fight for my freedom.

I was dizzy, I was weak.

"Let...me...go," I slurred, trying to release myself from the grip.

"No....you're wasted," was the last thing I heard before I drifted off..

*

My eyes shuttered open as rays of sunlight striked against my face.

I felt so...

Comfortable.

I tried to seat up but I felt a slicing headache.

What happened last night?

I remembered going to a party...

I remember drinking so much.

I grasped...

I remember Daniel.

I felt a pang of hurt in my heart as the event that occurred last night became fresh in my head.

Daniel! Fuck you!

I studied my surroundings, it was so unfamiliar.

It was a simple room, with a bed, study chair and a table with a reading lamp on top of it. It had a book shelf on the upper part and it contained books...

A lot of books.

It also had a wardrobe and there were a number of shirts and trousers hung on the side.

Those were male clothes!

I looked towards the other side of the bed and I saw my purse, my earrings, my necklace, my clothes...

Wait! My clothes!

I shoved the blanket off my body and I was clad in a big top and male shorts.

I was 'braless'.

No wonder I felt so free.

I got out of bed and my bare feet touched the floor.

It was cold, soothing and neat, too neat for a guy.

I walked round the room, curious to know whoever this is...

Then it clicked...

Did he sleep with me?

My heart raced at that thought...

I calmed down to reason it, I still felt intact, I didn't feel sore anyhow in anywhere.

I noticed a small shelf and on it lay pieces of drawing papers.

I glanced through each paper, most of them had incomplete sketches until I got to a particular one.

It had a full constructive sketch of an helicopter. It looked so good.

So perfect.

Whoever did this must have put in so much effort.

I wonder why I wasn't so bothered about whoever it was, I just believed that whoever it is, the person is probably safe.

Still looking at the sketch in awe, the door suddenly creaked open.

I turned immediately to see a guy...

I expected that though but I didn't expect him to be....

"Timothy?" It came out more like a question.

"Morning," he greeted with a very faint shaky voice.

I looked back at the sketch on the shelf, Is this perhaps...

"It's our project," he replied, answering my unasked question.

There was a moment of silence...

I was drunk last night, he brought me to his house...

He layed me on his bed...

He undressed me!

He touched me!

How dare he!

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! How dare you!" I screamed at him.

"You have no fuckin' right to touch me!" I continued.

I was so pissed off right now.

"I'm....I'm so sorry," he apologized with his usual faint voice.

"Go to hell with it! Don't you ever touch me! Have some atom of fear and respect sometimes, know your level!" I spat before looking at the clock on the wall.

11:37am.

Fuck! It's late!

Ivy would be so worried.

I slipped into my shoes and yanked my clothes and stuffs off the bed.

I was about to walk through the door before he stretched out his hands towards me, holding a bag and a pair of comfortable flip flops.

I dragged it off his hands, removing my heels and putting on the flip flops before throwing my clothes into the bag.

I glared back at him.

"That doesn't mean I'm playing your game, don't ever touch me again, ever!"

I opened the door wide in front of me.

"Take me home."

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Hey guys, hope you're staying safe.

This chapter was a bit funny to write😂

What do you think about what Timothy did?

Was it right or wrong?

What about Stella's reaction?

Was it right or wrong?

If it were you, would you react the same way?

Besides I love the shirt you're putting on, it looks so goood on you! Where did you get it from😍?