Ain’t Your Regular Girlfriend - Volume 1 Chapter 35 Muscular Hand.

What I feel my body against feels so soft and comfy that I felt like dwelling on it forever. I roll around on whatever I am on right now, wait a minute!. Ain’t I supposed to be at the club? Drinking shit with Thompson and co. Maybe I am in the club now I frown in my thoughts and use my hand to move the big, big what? I asks myself and felt my body burning from sufficient air.

Stay put Lara, don’t freak out yet. Just check if you’re putting on something. I tell myself and slide my hand through a heavy fabric. f.u.c.k! I feel almost n.a.k.e.d… Omg! Did I end up in an old creepy man’s bed last night? F.u.c.k!

Jeez! Lara what have you done! I groan with my eyes still closed as the image of what happened while I was drinking in the club starts to display in my head. I don’t wanna open my eyes! God, did I get R.a.p.ed? No no… I say when I realized that the big whatever was a blanket and I’m on a bed. How could that be?. bed, blanket, club. How? Is the drink still affecting my head?.

I let my eyes open immediately as I couldn’t push the irritating thoughts to the back of my mind. I feel tensed as I take in the wallpapers in the room. This must be a gangster’s bedroom I say and quickly grab my heels laying on the floor beside the big bed.

I raise the heel above my head and quietly push the door behind me. I walk down the small hallway and stopped when I heard a low humming coming from a door that is half-open.

The humming sound gets closer, as I walk towards the open door. The voice made me realize that he might not be an old man after all with his voice that could hardly be heard is so pleasant to my hear that I find myself thinking how it would feel to have him sing my favorite song for me.

I look around carefully making sure I ain’t walking into a lion’s den. I pull down the male shirt I’m wearing, (Still not sure how I get in those) making sure it covers my body well before walking in and found myself in a bathroom.

Lara, I think you should just go back inside, take your clothes and get the hell out of this place “. My subconscious chimed in my troubled mind but I ignored it and walks closer to white curtains that barely covers the n.a.k.e.d feature, in the shower.

I don’t know how I managed to tear my eyes away from the hot gorgeous body but I think I did it either by magic or something else. I hit myself so hard on the head trying to hit back the senses that seemed to be far away from me.

I turn to the wall and place my hand on my chest that is now beating so loud and could be heard from a hundred meters away. “I should really get the hell out of here”. I breath and nod foolishly and made an attempt to walk away but was stopped by a muscular hand that grabbed mine.