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The Ex Games(3)

By´╝ÜCooper Helen Cooper



“Are you okay?” The voice was deep and husky, and I remembered feeling comforted even though I hadn’t been able to look up.

“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” The voice was closer this time and I felt warm hands on my shoulders as he forced me to look up at him.

“I’m fine.” I giggled and looked up at him through my fake eyelashes. “Just waiting on my friends.”

“You’re drunk.” He frowned and looked around. “It looks like your friends have left you.”

“No, they’re in the toilet.” I pointed towards Doug’s. “I’m just waiting on them to come out.

“I see.” He stared down at me and there was concern in his blue eyes. “I’ll wait with you.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at him and then started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He frowned as he looked at me and I pointed at his face. “My face is funny?” He gave me a wry smile and I shook my head.

“You look like Clark Gable.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.” I grinned at him. “You’re handsome.”

“Why, thank you.” He looked at his watch, then back at me. “We will give your friends a few minutes then see about 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?

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