Ex game chapter 3

getting you home.” “Are you trying to seduce me?” I wiggled
my eyebrows at him and giggled. He was handsome and I
was enjoying flirting with him. His blue eyes were bright and
had a wise look; his hair was jet-black and it contrasted well
with his olive skin. He was tall and muscular and smelled
like some expensive cologne I didn’t know the name of. It
certainly wasn’t the same cologne my dad used, or any of
my high school boyfriends. “No, dear.” He shook his head.
“I don’t take advantage of young women.” “You wouldn’t be
taking advantage of me.” I licked my lips slowly. I’d read an
article in Cosmopolitan that said the way to seduce a guy
was to show him your tongue. “I’m 22, I make my own
decisions,” I lied easily. “Well, maybe we can go out when
you’re sober and if you still want me to seduce you then, I’ll
see what I can do.” He put his arm around me and his
fingers felt like heaven against my skin. “You’re cold. Why
don’t you have a coat?” “I didn’t realize how cold it would
get.” “You girls these days don’t know how to take care of
yourself.” He looked at me disapprovingly, and I wondered
how old he was. He definitely wasn’t a college student like
me, there was no boyish look to him. He was all man, and
100% hunk at that. “I don’t feel good.” All of a sudden my
head felt like it was going to explode and my stomach was
swirling like a hurricane. “My apartment is just a couple of
blocks down if you want to come.” “I don’t know.” I
mumbled as I grabbed onto his arm. I didn’t want to think
about anything. I just wanted to lie down on something cool
and rest my head so that the world would stop spinning.
“Come, I won’t hurt you.” He took my hand and I followed
him to his apartment. I know, I know, I was a dumbass. If I
hadn’t been drunk I would have told him where to get off,
but I wasn’t in my right mind. I always think about that
night. If only I hadn’t been drunk, everything may have been
different. I don’t really remember much of what happened
later that night, it’s all a blur in my mind. The next think I
remember after leaving with him was waking up in a king-
sized bed, feeling like someone was banging nails into my
head. “Good morning, sunshine.” A deep warm voice
greeted me, and I looked up to see him staring down at me
with a cup of tea in his hand. “Drink this. I’m cooking
breakfast for you right now. Lots of bacon and eggs.” “Ugh,
don’t talk about food.” I groaned and lay back down, with
my brain racing a million miles a minute. Who was the
gorgeous man next to me, and what was I doing in his bed?
“I’m Brandon, by the way.” He smiled at me gently. “We
didn’t exchange names last night.” “Oh.” I peeked up at him
and swallowed hard. He was gorgeous and even though I
felt like death warmed up, I was still attracted to him. “And
your name is?” “Oh, sorry. I’m Katie.” “Nice name.” He
smiled at me again. “Rest a little and I’ll be back.” “Okay,
thanks.” I gave him a quick smile and lay back and closed
my eyes. *Oh my God, oh my God, have I been*
*kidnapped? *I peeked under the sheets and groaned as I
saw myself wearing only my bra and panties. He’d taken off
my clothes. Then panic hit me – had we had sex? Oh, God,
did I have sex for the first time and not even know it?
“Scrambled eggs, bacon, and lots of buttered white toast.”
He walked back into the room. “Nothing healthy, but it will
help your hangover.” “I feel like shit.” I blurted out and
blushed when I realized what I’d said. “Not surprising.” He
laughed. “First hangover?” “Yeah.” I nodded and first my
face going red. Did he know it was the first time I’d ever had
a drink as well? “I don’t know many people who’ve reached
the age of 22 and never had a drink.” “Oh?” I looked down at
the plate and swallowed hard. Should I tell him the truth?
“Were you and your friends celebrating something?” “Yes,
yes we were.” “Oh?” He looked at me expectantly, waiting
for an answer. I knew there was no way in hell that I could
tell him that we were celebrating starting college. Then the
questions would start, the ‘why were you drinking?’ and ‘why
are you so irresponsible?’. I stared at him guiltily. I felt bad
and disappointed in myself. I knew that my parents back
home in Florida would be upset if they knew that I was
already making bad choices. “Sorry, I feel a little sick.” I
turned my face away from him as I felt myself becoming
hypnotized by his blue eyes. “Do you need to go to the
bathroom?” “Huh?” “To throw up?” “Oh, no, no.” I shook my
head and groaned. “I just need to lie down again.” “Sure.
Feel free.” He sat next to me on the bed. “Do you mind if I
lie down next to you?” “No.” I whispered. My heart was
beating fast again and little men were jumping around in my
stomach. “Are you new to the city?