*Viktor's pov*

I was woken up by the morning sun shining onto my face. Thankfully I was just a half vampire what intern made me almost completely immune again it otherwise my skin would have probably started to literally burn.
With an annoyed grunt I pulled the blanket over my head and wanted to go back to sleep when I noticed a strange but still somehow comforting warmth next to me.

I blinked in confusion and tried to remember what had happened last night. The memories slowly came back but they were still a little bit foggy.
All I remembered was going to a club with Julius, drinking a lot, dancing, talking to some people, throwing up and then nothing.

Great job brain you can't even remember the most important parts. So the question is how the hell did I get back home and why aren't the fuck curtains closed?!

I mumbled a few curses under my breath and then slowly removed the blanket from my face. When looked at the other being sleeping next to me I almost had a heart attack. I expected to find my dog Rex laying there or even a hung over Julius but I definitely didn't expect was to wake up next to THIS!

There was a half naked, really muscular and extremely hot older guy sleeping next to me. He was snoring quietly in his sleep.
What the fuck is he doing here and why is he sleeping in MY bed?!

Then I looked around and noticed something far worse.
This isn't my room! Where the hell am I?! I carefully stood up from the bad and slowly backed away until my back hit the wall. Then I looked down on my self, seeing that I was only wearing my underwear.

WHAT THE FUCK VICK! Did you seriously get so drunk that you went home with a complete stranger! How fucking stupid are you?!
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
Okay yeah it looks bad....but at least I didn't had sex with him...right? I mean I have my underwear on so nothing happened... right? Oh god how do you even know if you had sex or not  if you can't remember it?!
Fuck!

Then I realized something.
My ass doesn't hurt! That means I didn't have sex....right? I mean it's supposed to hut when specially when it's your first time....right? Or did I fuck him?
I glanced over to the guy. He was probably double my size he also really fucking muscular. Almost like a superhero or a bouncer.
Okay yeah no...I definitely wasn't the one doing the fucking... if there even was any fucking at all.

I sight and then cursed my self for being so stupid in the first place. Then I looked around the room trying to find my clothes but they were nowhere. So I decided to leave the room and look for them in the rest of the apartment. With my eyes practically glued at that big guy I slowly and quietly exited the room.

The apartment I found my self in was quite spacious and had expensive looking furniture but it also looked kinda cold with only black and white colors and not many decorations.
Well at least I didn't wake up in a crack den.
I thought to myself while still searching for my stuff.

When I went into the livingroom my nose was hid by the horrible stench of vomit. Reluctantly I followed the smell only to find my clothes lying on the coffetabbel.
I lifted my tshirt up.

I had to hold back a gag when I looked at it. It was stained in dried puke. My pants didn't look much better but luckily my jacket and shoes seemed to be relatively clean.
"Great! Well guess I have to walk the walk of shame in just my boxer shorts." I said to my self with a heavy sigh.

I let it fall back onto the table and instead took my jacket and put it on. When I bend down to also put on my shoes I heard somebody just a few steps away clear there throat.

I slowly stood up again and turned to the direction were the sound had come from. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach felt like someone had filled it with stones.
I gulped and with a shaky voice and awkward smile I mumbled "Hey.... You are awake."