[Day 2, 6:07 A.M]

David's POV || Did We?!

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I opened my eyes, noticing the soft surface on my back.

Bed.

I woke up not to in any means of bird chirping opposite wall or whatever where I am but to the point of having something pressed over my waist. My eyes squinted to the very bright light that was reflecting at the window that was opened wide, my body seemingly spread all over the soft bed.

When I finally got over the lazy morning movements, I turned my neck slightly to see what's bothering my waist all along, only to be shocked that it was Smith whose been hovering his sturdy and manly-haired legs over me!

I lifted up the blanket, seeing that I am not wearing clothes-- even pajamas or boxers, like at all-so that's why his knees is colliding on my balls- Not even a single one. My mind went short after that as I was already assuming the thing I don't want to happen;

Loosing my virginity.

Wait, did I really loose it?

I tried to remember what happened last night, of course between me and Smith. I shut my eyes tightly and reminisce but all ever I could think for is that I went to his office, followed him around, got angry and went home.

My clothes are lying beneath the furnished floor in a scattered way as well as Smith's tuxedo and trousers.

Oh no.

I glanced back again at the sleeping Smith without any clothes on too. He seemed smiling at his deep slumber and that was much to my fright so, I rummaging got up and pulled the blanket we are sharing all to myself, just to cover my naked body. Smith on the other hand, jolted and half-lid his eyes.

"What are...you doing David?" He asked through husky voice, "Share that blanket. Don't just hog it all over to yourself."

I knew his eyes were narrowly slit to see me respond, but instead, I shook my head stubbornly and he sighed.

"Okay, what's wrong with you today?" He snickered as he gets up in a lazy sitting position. "Don't tell me you got scared over a childish nightmare."

I rolled my eyes and glared throughly at him. Smith only twitched his eyebrows as if looking at me like some sort of maniac. I still didn't answer to make him feel ashame for, uh... whatever he did to me last night.

"Oh." He breath out, the born smirk on his lips starts to form. He eyed me from top to bottom but more majority to my lower. Then he wore his devious expression as he noticed that I am naked. "Is that what you are bothered about?"

Oh no he didn't. Smith just tried to laugh at this situation. I stared at him with with eyes, jaw dropped down, hands hopelessly gripping on the blanket, shoulder tensed up and freezing body.

Am I too exaggerating?

No, I am not just ready.

Am I too scared?

Hell yes! Smith is not even my real husband so he got no consent from me, whatsoever.

Am I really that dramatic over a single thing?

No. I don't know if I'll get HIV after this.

My husband cleared his throat, making me to go back at the present. Once the blanket is gliding almost out of my lower region part, I pulled it up faster than the Cheetah. There's no way Smith will see my dick, two times in a row.

"Now, now," He spoke in somewhat assuring tone and leaned closer to me. Patting my head like a puppy, Wilson continued. "Don't worry. It is not what you looks like--"

I slapped his hands away. "Don't touch me! You just put yours in to mine last night without me knowing." Well, one question: Why didn't I woke up that time. As far as I know, it hurts.

The guy infront of me laughed again. This time, he was now holding his stomach and was now far away from being sleepy. I scratched my head, not knowing what is happening here.

"I've got to admit it." Smith breaths out. "I really like someone like you. So innocent yet so feisty little dog. Ha~ I merely thought you are a wild one but turns out," He shrugs his shoulders weakly. "You are mixed. Come on now, we'll be late to my meeting. I'll take a shower first and you cook downstairs. Okay?"

Again, am I missing out something? Or it is just me being slow at some things? Whatever it was I couldn't help but to stare defeatedly at him as he walk with a brief on to the bathroom. I reached my hands in the air towards his back but helplessly put it down since it wasn't helping to ask him.

The bathroom door creaked opened and peeked his head out. "And about me taking your virginity," He stifled again a smile. "Please touch your butt if it's wide. I thought you were smarter than this." The last part of his word are mumbled, which I caught.

I stood up to the bed and raised my left leg like a peeing dog and let my finger traced down to the hole that was never touched and impaled by something, without my permission.

A shaky sigh slipped off my lips.

Still tight.