"What the fuck are you saying? Are you on drugs? Let me go, you pervert!" I shouted while trying to get away from this freaking crazy naked man. I can feel my soreness, my body feels like I joined a marathon last night. Well, I can't say that, I can't fucking remember anything! I was still in haze at the moment.

"What the heck? Pervert? We just made love last night, don't you remember?" I looked at him with horror and disbelief.

"What the fuck are you saying?! I don't even know you, fuckard!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Do you want another round, com-" I didn't let him finish, I immediately kicked him right straight to his face and grabbed my clothes that were scattered in the room.

Even though I feel like hell, especially down there, I tried hard to move as fast as I can. I just wanted to get out of this goddamn place.

"Hey! Don't leave your husband!" He said, I can even hear and imagine him, smirking. that made me more feel embarrassed.

I looked at him and raised my middle finger, "Fuck you. I don't have a husband, not you."