the god of dirty one night stands.
I gingerly glance to my right. Oh fuck no. The only thing worse than finding a stranger in your bed…finding Hugo in your bed.
“Nooo.” I groan to myself. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. Why?! Why him?!
I look down at myself quickly. I’m wearing my ratty old Jack Daniels shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts. I’m not naked, but I clearly got naked, to get re-dressed at some point. Shit. I try and desperately pick through my foggy memories, until my head hurts even more.
I look back over to Hugo’s topless form. The duvet is sitting just above his hips. One arm is underneath the duvet, no doubt holding his junk, knowing Hugo. The other arm is thrown over his face, covering his eyes.
My eyes trail down over his defined chest, and his cut abs. Stop! I mentally scold myself.
Oh god, please tell me I didn’t fuck him. I mean, it’s Hugo. What is the likelihood that he managed to sleep in a bed with someone who possesses a vagina, and not fuck them? Pretty bloody unlikely. I take a deep breath and tentatively reach over to him. I take the edge of the duvet and carefully lift it, looking underneath. Boxers! He has boxers on. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“You know sweetness, if you wanted a peek at Rambo, you only have to ask.” His groggy voice makes me jump. He chuckles, a low throaty sound.
I grab my chest and swat at him. “Prick.” I grumble. My voice sounds thick and raspy. I hope I don’t look as bad as I feel and sound, because that would be bad, so so bad. “I was checking you had underwear on, in case we…” I wave my hand around.
He lowers his arm from his face and cocks an eyebrow at me. “In case we fucked?” He asks. I nod. He laughs. “Sweetness, there was no fucking way I was sticking my dick anywhere near you last night. You and Lilly, you’re a fucking liability, the pair of you.” She shakes his head.
I scowl. “I resent that statement. You will stick your dick in anything. And we weren’t that bad.” I say defensively. Truth be told, I can’t remember shit. For all I know, I could have been dancing naked on the bar. That might have happened once before. I blame Lilly! This shit only happens when I’m with her.
“I will not fuck anything. I have standards, and those standards do not include vomit covered, unconscious girls.”
I put my head in my hands and groan. “Shit. There was vomiting?”
He huffs a laugh. “It’s a good fucking job I like you as much as I do, because that was fucking disgusting.” He shudders. “I had to hose you down.”
“What?!” I shriek, but then flinch. Oh, my head!
“Yeah. I mean, I think about you naked a lot babe, but you might have just ruined it for me.” He throws his arm back over his eyes, and settles back into the bed, a stupid grin on his face. Dick.
“Why did you stay?” I ask.
“Because you asked me to.” He says bluntly. Me and my big, unhinged, drunken mouth. Bloody Lilly!
“So you washed me, dressed me, and then stayed the night…and just slept.” I ask.
“Yep. Just call me the fairy fucking godmother.” He grumbles.
I frown, even as this warm feeling spreads across my chest. Hugo is easier to deal with when he’s being an arse. I mean, he’s charming even when he is an arse. A Hugo who looks after me and puts me to bed…now that is dangerous.
I drag my arse out of bed, and sway slightly as I get to my feet. I check myself for a second, before staggering to my en-suite. I pee, and brush my teeth, trying to rid myself of the taste of Jeager, and…is that cigarette? Gross!
I glance in the mirror, and holy shit, that is so not pretty. I have make up all down my face. My eyes are blood shot and squinty, and my hair…It looks like it’s been washed, towel dried and slept on. Which it has. I find a hair tie next to my sink and scrape it into a messy bun. I then find my make-up wipes, and remove the layer of black that is making it’s descent down my
I gingerly glance to my right. Oh fuck no. The only thing worse than finding a stranger in your bed…finding Hugo in your bed.
“Nooo.” I groan to myself. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. Why?! Why him?!
I look down at myself quickly. I’m wearing my ratty old Jack Daniels shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts. I’m not naked, but I clearly got naked, to get re-dressed at some point. Shit. I try and desperately pick through my foggy memories, until my head hurts even more.
I look back over to Hugo’s topless form. The duvet is sitting just above his hips. One arm is underneath the duvet, no doubt holding his junk, knowing Hugo. The other arm is thrown over his face, covering his eyes.
My eyes trail down over his defined chest, and his cut abs. Stop! I mentally scold myself.
Oh god, please tell me I didn’t fuck him. I mean, it’s Hugo. What is the likelihood that he managed to sleep in a bed with someone who possesses a vagina, and not fuck them? Pretty bloody unlikely. I take a deep breath and tentatively reach over to him. I take the edge of the duvet and carefully lift it, looking underneath. Boxers! He has boxers on. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“You know sweetness, if you wanted a peek at Rambo, you only have to ask.” His groggy voice makes me jump. He chuckles, a low throaty sound.
I grab my chest and swat at him. “Prick.” I grumble. My voice sounds thick and raspy. I hope I don’t look as bad as I feel and sound, because that would be bad, so so bad. “I was checking you had underwear on, in case we…” I wave my hand around.
He lowers his arm from his face and cocks an eyebrow at me. “In case we fucked?” He asks. I nod. He laughs. “Sweetness, there was no fucking way I was sticking my dick anywhere near you last night. You and Lilly, you’re a fucking liability, the pair of you.” She shakes his head.
I scowl. “I resent that statement. You will stick your dick in anything. And we weren’t that bad.” I say defensively. Truth be told, I can’t remember shit. For all I know, I could have been dancing naked on the bar. That might have happened once before. I blame Lilly! This shit only happens when I’m with her.
“I will not fuck anything. I have standards, and those standards do not include vomit covered, unconscious girls.”
I put my head in my hands and groan. “Shit. There was vomiting?”
He huffs a laugh. “It’s a good fucking job I like you as much as I do, because that was fucking disgusting.” He shudders. “I had to hose you down.”
“What?!” I shriek, but then flinch. Oh, my head!
“Yeah. I mean, I think about you naked a lot babe, but you might have just ruined it for me.” He throws his arm back over his eyes, and settles back into the bed, a stupid grin on his face. Dick.
“Why did you stay?” I ask.
“Because you asked me to.” He says bluntly. Me and my big, unhinged, drunken mouth. Bloody Lilly!
“So you washed me, dressed me, and then stayed the night…and just slept.” I ask.
“Yep. Just call me the fairy fucking godmother.” He grumbles.
I frown, even as this warm feeling spreads across my chest. Hugo is easier to deal with when he’s being an arse. I mean, he’s charming even when he is an arse. A Hugo who looks after me and puts me to bed…now that is dangerous.
I drag my arse out of bed, and sway slightly as I get to my feet. I check myself for a second, before staggering to my en-suite. I pee, and brush my teeth, trying to rid myself of the taste of Jeager, and…is that cigarette? Gross!
I glance in the mirror, and holy shit, that is so not pretty. I have make up all down my face. My eyes are blood shot and squinty, and my hair…It looks like it’s been washed, towel dried and slept on. Which it has. I find a hair tie next to my sink and scrape it into a messy bun. I then find my make-up wipes, and remove the layer of black that is making it’s descent down my
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