Chapter 3 3

Megan opened her eyes as she felt her head banging so hard like it was threatening to roll off its proper position the next second. She pressed her lips into a thin line as she tried to sit up but her head wasn't giving her the chance to do so easily.

She noticed she was naked and wondered why. She has never gone to bed with anything off for once, why now?

"Hmm..." She heard a soft moan beside her. She was shocked cause...

Wait! The room decor and the duvet was the first thing she noticed. This isn't her room, she turned her gaze abruptly to the source of the moan.

With what she felt at that moment, shock is totally an understatement cause she felt more than that. Like she was being chased by a greater force, she hit the guy continuously on his arm.

Damon stirred in his sleep, refusing to open his eyes. He had thought it was his brother hitting him and he decided it's best to ignore him.

Megan on the other hand was furious as she hit him harder. "Hey, wake up and stop sleeping like a log of wood." Her voice was sharp and ear-piercing.

Damon was confused. 'That doesn't sound like his voice.' he thought to himself, opening his eyes slowly to meet Megan's fierce stare. If only looks could kill, then Damon should be dead by now.

"Who are you?" That was the first question that rushed out of his mouth. "How did you get here?"

"Really...?" Megan snickered. "You are really asking after you've successfully done shits with me, taking advantage of me."

This face...

The memory of the previous night came rushing in. He met her at the bar, the previous night. Their conversation together at the clubhouse, how she persuaded him to take liquor with her. And how they both went crazy the previous night under the influence of the liquors they both took.

"I did not take advantage of you. We both did whatever under the influence of the liquor we took." He replied as he tried to sit up.

"Wait..." Megan quickly called out as she clutched the duvet tightly around her chest.

"You persuaded me to take the liquor yesterday, remember?" He added to his previous statement.

Megan was able to recall what happened between them right from the time they met and they went gaga too but pretended not to. It's so embarrassing, having a nightstand with a total stranger. One she barely knows!

"Nah, you took advantage of my drunken state. Stop trying to cover your disgusting act up, okay?" She hissed as she eyed him continuously. She remembers how she talked really dirty and how she begged him to touch her all over.

Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. This is the last she would ever do with a stranger but she did it anyways the previous night.

"Are you blushing or embarrassed?" Damon asked as he stared at her. "You aren't supposed to be embarrassed, you know. That was the best sex I've ever had in a long time now, why feel ashamed?"

"Shut up..." She hissed at his words. This is bad! Bad!

"It doesn't matter if I keep talking or stop talking, the deed is done already. Why are you getting worked up for no reason, huh?!" Damon uttered with a smug grin.

"Forget about that, I'll just pretend like nothing really happened." She said with a scoff to stop the stranger from talking further. She need to go and get out from this stranger who had successfully ruined her mood for the day!

She tried getting up but then she remembered she is naked. 'Eh? What do I do now? I can't possibly go naked before this stranger

Like Damon was reading her mind. "There is nothing to cover anymore, I saw it all the previous night. Why are you getting shy all of a sudden? You went wild and crazy the previous night." He said with a teasing smile.

All Megan could do was hiss, she wish she could smack him hard on his mouth. This guy won't stop sprouting nonsense and it almost sucking the life out of her.

"Stop saying nonsense, okay?" She twitched her lips at him.

"What do I say then?" He asked flatly. "Alright, let's do it this way. You have to close your eyes till I'm back, is it okay?"

At least it's better than the first nonsense he sprouts out as an idea. After a few seconds of silence, she finally gave him a short nod. "Fine, don't just waste too much time. I'll be waiting..."

***

Megan and Damon were fully dressed. Megan was wearing her shoes, she decided not to say any more to this stranger, she would just do her thing and go away.

"Why are you still angry over it?" Damon asked with a creased brow. He just couldn't understand her, any other lady would have been excited and still want more of him.

"Why won't I get pissed off over it? Do I look like a whore to you, huh?" She sounded really angry and broken as well. "If you need a whore, you should know where to find one."

Maybe she thought he would dump her after this but no! He likes her company already and wishes to have her around him.

"I know what you thinking but don't worry, I'm not really that bad to do such. And if you don't mind, we can always be friends." He uttered with a manly smile on his face.

"Friends, huh?!" Megan snickered. She should be friends with him?

"Yes, friends. Not just any type of friend but friends with benefits. I'm sure you will enjoy my company so well, I promise." He added with a smug grin. "You can just call me Damon anyways. What's your name?"

This guy has exceeded his limit. How can he keep sprouting out nonsense without being ashamed of himself? Megan was really disgusted that she wish she can hit him hard on his head to restore some sense into his brain. Well, his looks talks like someone who really needs one!

"You know what? Go fuck yourself! You sucks a lot and seeing your face disgusts me. I wished I never get to know you in the first place." She blurted out, stood up, and strutted towards the door. "It was never nice meeting with you..."