Chapter 4

Breathing a smile finds itself on my lips, my eyes still closed, I stretch my arms out. I just want to stay like this forever, it feels good.

Wait.

My eyes fly open to see a white ceiling, looking to my side I adjust to the brightness coming from the open curtains.

Immediately sitting up I look around the room and everything is white and I notice that I am completely naked under the sheets.

Ugh fuck. I groan into the pillow as I remember last night's events.

Getting to my senses I get out of bed, looking at the floor I don't see my clothes. Where the fuck are my clothes!?

They're nowhere in sight. Ugh! I grab the gray sweatshirt that goes all the way to my thighs.

My stomach grumbles when I smell something good.

Leaving the room I follow the smell to the kitchen where I see a bare back in just sweatpants.

He was busy with what he was making on the stove to even notice me as I took my time to shamelessly look at his back. My brows furrow, noticing some red claw marks on his back. 

Did I do that?

"You're up."

I get out of my trance to see him smiling at me.

"Where are my clothes?" I ask straight to the point.

"Come sit for breakfast first." He tells me, putting a plate on the table.

Scoffing, I look at him. "Don't you know what a one-night stand is? Am not supposed to stay for breakfast."

Showing his pearly whites he says. "Well, I don't want it to be a one-night stand. So come sit down."

Damn it. He's a clinger.

"I do not want to have breakfast with you," I say. "Just tell me where my clothes are so that I can leave."

"They are in the drier...."

My eyes go wide in disbelief. "You must be joking."

"Am not."

"Ugh!" I groan, pushing my tangled hair behind me.

"So just si-"

Not giving him a chance to finish, I rushed back to his room.

I have to get out of here. I don’t want to get involved with anyone right now.

Going to his closet I am surprised to see only expensive suits lining his closet, looking everywhere inside I do not find any casual clothes. They're just suits here.

Quickly going back to the kitchen I peek in asking. "Where are your clothes?"

"In the closet."

"There are just suits in there."

"Yea. My clothes." He says bluntly.

"I meant any casual clothes," I say.

"Uhm well am wearing the pants and the shirts on you." He tells me with a smile.

He's gotta be kidding, but his face tells me otherwise and so I rush back to his room. Going to his closet again I take out some white boxers and put them on. Once my shoes are on I grab my bag and bolt for the door.

I walk past him in the kitchen heading for the elevator doors.

"Hey, you can't just leave like this." He says.

"Watch me." I don't even glance back at him.

Once at the elevator, I punch the buttons.

"Just wait okay." He says grabbing my wrist. "At least have breakfast with me."

"Am not hungry," I tell him, and just then my stomach decides to betray me by grumbling.

Our eyes lock as he looks at me amused.

Oh just kill me now.

"Your stomach says otherwise." He says with a smirk.

Freeing myself from his hold I say. "Am not hungry, okay,"

"What's your name?" He sighs.

"Look, we had a great time last night..." I say. "An amazing night....the sex was good like really good, like the type that's addictive....gosh am getting turned on just by looking at you right now and I-" 

My eyes go wide when I realize I've been rumbling and he's just there looking at me with an amused smile.

"Ugh!" I scream face palming myself.

"You enjoyed the sex..." He tells me. "So why not stay and we can have more of that good sex once breakfast is done."

Chuckling I say. "You're sneaky but no thanks."

Ugh..the elevator is taking forever to get here.

"I just want to get to know you." He tells me.

"Look you seem like a great guy but let's just stop here okay."

"Oh come on I just-" He's cut off when the elevator dings and the doors open to reveal a blonde guy in a suit."

I think I am tired of seeing suits now.

"Well hello, there." The blonde gives me a sly smirk, getting off the elevator as he shamelessly scans my body.

I immediately get on the elevator before the doors close.

Locking eyes with blue eyes he looks at me like a wounded puppy that tugs at my heart but I am not going to give in, I should be strong to resist. 

Giving him a small smile I say. "Bye."

Hours later I was sprawled on the bed of my motel room, taking my time to enjoy the afternoon and try not to think of blue eyes.

After some time alone I decide to go grab something to eat, so I go to the nearest dinner.

I order myself some lunch and dig in while I look at a brochure of Vegas that some random guy handed to me.

As I recall last night I did stumble into some strip clubs that were looking to hire.

So tonight I'm going to check out some popular strip clubs and hope to get a job there.

When I was done with lunch I headed down to the repair shop where my car is being fixed.

"Hello....?" I call out as I walk into the open garage space where I can see my car.

It looks okay.

"Hello....?" I call out again. "Anyone here..?"

Still no answer so I go to my car to check if everything is still there, sometimes you can't just trust these garage repairs.

"Hey." 

My heart jumps out of my chest as I turn to face the cause.

"You scared me," I say in frustration. "Why sneak up on me like that."

Raising a brow he says. "I didn't sneak up on you."

Narrowing my eyes I looked at him and he was probably a year older than me with messy dirty blonde hair, oh and he wasn't wearing a shirt, just trousers. He was dirty with oil stains on his torso and chest and can I say what a nice chest he had. 

I immediately close my eyes, shaking my head. Since when did I become such a pervert?

Chuckling I hear him say. "You done checking me out?"

Looking at him I smirk. "Hmm, there isn't much to check out." Lie.

"So are you the one fixing my car?" I ask.

"Uh, yea." He says. "She might be done by tomorrow."

"Okay, I will come to pick it up." 

I pay him for the tow truck and the repairs. And as I am about to leave I hear him say.

"Are you just traveling by?" He asks.

I look at him with a smile. "Who knows I might just stick around." With that, I walk away.