My eyes fly open as I hear a door shut. I manage to slowly move out from underneath Rae and grab my pants off the floor. I pull them up as fast as humanly possible as I hear a voice I recognize from down below. Fuck, that's my dad. I don't know what I'll do if he walks in on this.

I quickly make my way over to the circular window that peers down onto the club and see my father exiting the staircase with some paperwork in his hand. Great, that means he'd already been in here and seen Rae and I. That should be an interesting conversation. He's talking to someone and when I look over I immediately throw my body away from the window.

Oh fuck. Rhys is downstairs asking for me and thankfully, thank-fucking-fully, my father covers for my dumb ass. I peak out again, watching my father exit with Rhys following behind him. My father holds the door open for Rhys, then looks up directly at me with a look that can only mean you're welcome before he closes the door.

Shit. What the hell was I thinking last night? What were we thinking? The answer is, we weren't. I blow out a long sigh, running my hands through my thick hair several times before turning around.

Rae is still lying there, naked on her stomach, fast asleep. Her fiery hair is splayed out on the couch, her elbow bent with her fingers near her slightly parted lips. Jesus, she's fucking perfect. And that is exactly what I was thinking right before I tore her clothes off last night.

She let's out a small sigh of contentment as she lays there and if I could draw or paint, do any artistic thing really, I'd want to do it right now. The only thing I'm good at though is anything related to physical fitness and punching people in the face. I take out my phone from my pant's pocket and snap a picture, wanting to remember this exact moment.

I walk over to a chair near the couch and sit in it. I study her and think back to last night. Now, I've fucked plenty of times but I don't ever recall being fucked. At least not like that, because Rae had fucked me. She had fucked me hard. Come to think of it, she's been the one getting me off and not the other way around. I may have helped take her to the edge but she was the one who brought us both to that final precipice last night.

That has never happened to me. Sarah always wanted me to take her. She liked me being the dominant one and I'd always enjoyed holding that power over her. I was always the one pounding into her, wrapping my hands around her neck. I was always the one in control, always. And even though she may not be outside of it, Sarah was always submissive in the bedroom.

Now that I was on the receiving end of that, I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. It was more than pleasurable but there was no real feeling behind it. It was just sex to her and it felt like that while she was on top of me. Fucking amazing but just fucking.

Rae stirs a bit and I can tell she's starting to wake up. Her eyes flutter open hazily until they land on me. They open substantially wider as she looks down realizing she's still naked. She tries to cover herself, looking around for something. I grab my shirt off the floor and toss it to her with a chuckle.

"Sorry about the costume." I look down at the shredded garment. "I may have gotten a tad bit carried away with the ripping." But I'd wanted her so fucking bad I couldn't help myself. I'd wanted to get rid of the crap feelings I had been feeling and replace them with better, much more satisfying ones. The kind you feel when you cum so fucking hard.

Speaking of which, we had both done that but without any protection. Too much to drink and too little common fucking sense had clouded my judgement last night. I didn't even think twice before she slid down over me, covering me in her juices and rode me into oblivion. I had let go inside of her without a second thought and then we fell asleep. I didn't even think to ask.

"Rae," I watch as she slides each arm into the sleeves "about last night" she looks up at me "are you on birth control?"

"No, my plan was to come up here and fuck you stupid then entrap you for the rest of your life with our love child." She deadpans.

I feel my stomach flip upside down. "Wh- .... Wh-"

She rolls her eyes. "If you could see your face right now. Yes Seth, I'm on birth control and I'll go get plan b just to be safe."

"Jesus." I feel my stomach untwist. "You had me there for a second."

"Yeah, you looked like you were going to pass out."

Cause I was. But I don't say it as I look over her body one more time before she covers it, seeing the scars on her ribcage again. I want to ask her about it again but that was clearly a no-go zone for her. I want to know what happened. I want to know who hurt her. I want to know it all so I can maim whoever did that to her beautiful body.

"Seth?"

I look away from her ribs, "hmm?"

"I need clothes." Right.

"Do you want me to go back to the apartment and pick some up for you?" I offer.

"Do you mind?"

"No." I stand up, grab my jacket and give her a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

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Once I'm in the apartment I check for Rhys but luckily I see no sign of him. I go into Rae's room and set the pharmacy bag on top of the dresser while I rummage around for some clothes. I had stopped by the pharmacy and picked up the pill for her so she didn't have to do that herself. After all, it was my mistake as well. I had had condoms, I just didn't chose to use them like the fucking idiot I am.

I was too caught up in the moment, too caught up in Rae. The way she'd softly caressed my body had made goosebumps form up and down my arms. I'd wanted her so bad I'd torn her clothes off and once seeing her naked body all I could think about was being inside of her. Contraception was, unfortunately, the last thing on my mind.

I shove some clothes inside the bag and head out of the room. I turn to walk to my room so I can change out of this ridiculous costume really quick but freeze mid-step when I hear, "what were you doing in there?"

Fuuuuck me.

"Just looking for a phone charger. I don't know what I did with mine." I continue walking trying to be as dismissive as possible.

"Is she home yet?"

"She wasn't in her room if that's what you're asking. Other than that, I have no idea."

"So, you haven't seen her?"

"Nope."

"She took off in the middle of the night and I couldn't find her. She didn't come home last night."

"Probably with that boyfriend of hers." That's right, she has a fucking boyfriend and I fucking came in her last night. Brilliant.

"Nah, he was looking for her too." Double fuck. "Seth," I turn around to look at him "where were you last night?"

"I uh-" I run my hand in my hair "I met up with Sarah later on." Real smooth.

"You're telling me that you spent the night with her even after she basically backhanded you on the dance floor last night? Are you fucking serious?" He quirks an incredulous eyebrow.

"What can I say?" Because I have no fucking idea.

"She's pretty but she's not worth it. You could do a lot better, man."

"Trust me, I know." Cause I was with your sister last night and that was a million times better.

"Better make sure you triple wrap your dick with that one." Funny you should say that... "What's in the bag?" Fuuuuck.

"Oh uh, it's uh." Think Seth. "My shirt from last night." Definitely not a conception preventative or anything. "You know Sarah and I made quite the mess out of it." Not like your sister is wearing it over her naked body at this very moment or anything.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll let you get to it then."

"Yeah, I have to get out of these clothes. Well, what's left of them." He nods in understanding. "Catch the game together later?"

"Sounds good." He starts to walk away but not before saying, "Hey, uh, if you happen to see Rae can you tell her to call me? I just want to make sure she's okay."

"I doubt I'll see her before you but yeah, sure thing." And with that awkward exchange finally over I go into my room and shut the door.