Trevor's Penthouse, the next day
Drinking booze.
I don't get the appeal. Because right now, my head throbs like a bitch, I feel so bad I want to throw up, and I don't know if it's included in the hangover package, but my shoulders, arms, hips, thighs, and legs are very sore.
I have been awake for five minutes now, but I chose to lay like a corpse because I have a feeling that it's going to get worse if I try to open my eyes. Sensitivity to light? Check. This is the first time I had a hangover, and I have known since that I have a low alcohol tolerance when I got tipsy from a whiff of a brandy. I almost puked.
Taking deep breaths, I was able to alleviate my headache and relax my sore body. "I badly needed a warm and long soak," I groaned absentmindedly and exhaled sharply. I'm just thankful that the room is cool.
Cool? I have never felt this breezy ever since I got here.
Forgetting that I had a bitch hangover, I sat up in an abrupt motion, tensing all my sore muscles and shaking my freaking throbbing head. Gripping my temples so hard, I squinted my eyes and slowly removed the blanket from my body, and got the shock of my life.
With wide eyes and a gaping mouth, I was left speechless at my outfit. I was wearing a black fishnet stocking with very skimpy silk panties, underneath an oversized and sheer white shirt. Creasing my forehead, I tried to remember what happened last night after I downed that bottle of wine.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I whined with an annoyed grunt and when my eyes landed on the pole in the middle of the room, memories came crashing like waves.
"Oh, for the love of... I am so doomed."
Last night
I have never gotten drunk, so I'm up for a surprise. I started to feel light and heady, and I just can't seem to stop giggling.
"Baby... you're drunk," I heard Trevor say as he helps me get on my feet, his arm supporting my waist, as I latched onto his strong arms, feeling the firm muscles there.
"It's so hard, Trev," I referred to his muscles with a giggle, while Trevor took a sharp intake of breath.
"That's not the only thing that's hard, baby," Trevor mumbled in a strained voice and tried to lift me but I took a step back and shook my head.
"No!" I removed his arm from my waist and tried to keep a steady footing.
"Jesse, let's sober you up. Then, we'll sleep after," he calmly told me but sleep is the last thing I want to do tonight. By this time, all inhibitions flew out of the window as I let the spirit of alcohol dictate my every action, with my rationality taking a backseat.
"No! I don't want to sleep. Let's have some fun, Trev. Don't be a killjoy," I urged him and tugged on his hand, displaying my protruded lips, then threw a fluttering of eyelids.
Trevor gulped hard, his eyes transfixed on my lips, then released a defeated sigh. "Fine. What do you want to do?" Trevor's cool fingers caressed my neck, making me purr in pleasure.
"I want a pole."
Trevor blinked, surprised. "A pole? Do you mean to say, a pool?"
I shook my head and grunted, then stomped my foot. "No! A pole! I want a dancing pole. Why would I want a pool? Stupid Trev." Like a disappointed kid, I frowned and glared at him who was perplexed at my behavior.
"Y-You hate me," I whispered in a shaky voice, my bottom lip wobbling, my arms around my body for a protective hug, with unshed tears welling in my eyes.
"Baby, no. I don't hate you," Trevor retorted and tried to approach me but I evaded his touch.
"I just want a pole, but you don't want to give it to me! You hate me! If you don't want to, I can ask someone else. Stupid Trevor! I hate you!" I turned my back against him, tears blurring my vision, incredibly frustrated and disappointed.
"You've got to be kidding me. He's so adorable when he's drunk," Trevor muttered in amusement, but I was not able to hear it. "Baby, come on. I'll buy you a hundred poles, just don't leave. I'm sorry," he apologized and reached for my hand, then pulled me in for a tight hug.
"You don't hate me?" I asked with a sniffle and sighed contentedly when I got a whiff of his intoxicating scent. It just added to my headiness.
"I love you. I could never hate you, Jesse. Don't cry, okay? I'll ask Jin to buy one. Why don't you change your clothes into something comfortable?" Trevor suggested and cupped my face. He wiped my tears gently and dropped a few kisses on my lips. He's the sweetest ever.
"Okay. Buy me a pole quick. After that, I will give you more kisses," I promised with a nod, with Trevor grinning at me so wide.
"Now that's something I will never say no to," Trevor replied and assisted me to the dressing room, while he went outside to check for Jin. Owing to the alcohol, I dropped on the sofa and just stared at the hanging clothes.
"No. It's not worth it. I'm tired," I groaned and rubbed my cheeks. Then, through my dazed mind, I was able to capture a suspicious box in the bottom of the closet. Still, unsteady on my feet, I decided to crawl towards the box.
Curious about its contents, I grabbed the box and got the shock of my life when I saw what was inside. It was some skimpy clothing, and I was about to confront Trevor about it, thinking that it was for somebody else, but my name was written on the box.
"So, that's it," I mustered with a small smirk. "I won't disappoint you then." Gathering all of my strength, I slipped on the skimpy panties, the fishnet stockings, and put on the shirt. It was sheer enough that my nipples were seen through. "Pervert Trevor. I expect nothing less."
When I stepped outside the room, I gave Trevor the best performance of my life.
Present
"Oh fuck. How could I do something so embarrassing?" I regrettably muttered, and when I saw the pole again, another groan of shame bubbled out of my throat. I finally remembered the reason for my sore muscles.
I did pole dancing, without stretching, and with a body not used to exercise. Of course, I'll get sore. Not only did I seduce Trevor so hard, but I also have a feeling that I gave him a... lap dance. "Oh my God. You are so stupid, Jesse Anderson. So stupid." I pulled my hair in frustration, my cheeks burning up from the memory.
I caught a glimpse of a glass of water and aspirin on the bedside table, so I popped it in my mouth and let the medicine take effect. I was in the middle of my self-loathing when Trevor entered, so fresh and handsome, his shower gel and aftershave making my gums tingle.
"Trev... what did I do? Kill me now," I said with a grunt and covered my face in shame.
Trevor chuckled softly and sat beside me, then kissed the top of my head. "You remembered?" He asked in an amused tone. I nodded and lifted my head to meet his amused gaze.
"Unfortunately. It's a blessing and a curse." I winced when my head throbbed, my eyes starting to burn from welled-up tears. "Trevor...my head hurts, my body is sore, and I feel so bad. I will never drink again," I finally bawled and clung to Trevor, as he rubbed my back soothingly and whispered sweet nothings to my ears.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Trevor lifted me gently, careful not to make my situation hellish as it is. Every shift and move he did was made with so much care, knowing how tender my muscles are. "Here you go," he deposited me first on the bathroom countertop and combed my hair back.
"Does your head still hurts?" He asked in a worried tone, squeezing my hands for comfort.
"It still does, but not that painful anymore. My problem is my sore muscles. This is what I get for jumping and spinning on a pole mindlessly, not considering that my body is feeble as a baby deer. I mean, if not for the adrenaline, I bet I wouldn't be able to run away from home," I rambled with a soft grunt and breathed out in a pleased manner when Trevor started to massage my temples.
"Still, for someone who does not exercise, you are flexible, baby," Trevor remarked, his eyes filled with amusement and playfulness.
"Oh, stop it," I rolled my eyes despite my flaming cheeks. Jesse's Hack #1: It won't be embarrassing if you stop thinking of it as such. I plan to follow that hack the whole day because I have had enough shameful acts to last me an entire year. "Was I really?" I asked Trevor with so much interest.
My sore muscles should be worth it.
Trevor chuckled and nodded. "You were so good, I was left with blue balls the entire night," Trevor answered with a smirk, his heated stare igniting sparks all over my body.
"Uh... I'm sorry. Now we know that one bottle-drunk Jesse is a very sexy pole dancer, who was also a lap dancer as a side job. Oh gosh, I can't even bring myself to face you after that, but my pride won't make me feel better and cure my hangover, so..." I shrugged and offered Trevor a shy smile.
With a wide grin, Trevor gazed at me with so much fondness. "I just fell even more, baby. I was surprised that you found my stash that I specifically will retrieve after a few weeks of being together. I was right; you looked delicious in this outfit," Trevor added and kicked his lips, his eyes on my chest.
"Pervert. I'll pretend I didn't hear that." I dismissed him with burning cheeks and covered my chest with a glare.
Trevor burst into laughter, his happy expression one that I would burn in my memory. "No kidding, you rocked the stage, baby. I was so impressed. I didn't expect that alcohol can make you do that. I enjoyed it, but what happened afterward was torture. May I?" He gestured to my stockings, and I let him.
Trevor removed the stockings and folded them, then placed them beside me. "By the way, I still can't believe that you remembered everything. That's awesome, baby," Trevor commented in so much amazement, as he began to massage my sore legs.
"Well, that's me. I am never drinking again. Never," I swore, with Trevor as my witness.
"That's admirable. Also, I will not let you drink in front of other people. I don't want a bloodbath," he dropped casually and continued to massage my other leg. "Anyways, after the bath, we can have breakfast. I prepared a light meal for you, so as not to upset your stomach. How is it, by the way? Do you feel unpleasant?"
Trevor stroked my cheeks lovingly and squeezed my side. "A bit. I had wanted to throw up since earlier, but for now... I think I am good. I just feel so lazy; my spirit animal for this day is a sloth. Don't expect me to do anything today, Trev," I whined with an eye flutter. I prefer to spend the day snuggled up to this man in the comfort of our bedroom.
"I won't let you anyway," Trevor replied cheekily and glanced at the tub. "Should I help you bath?" He asked playfully, his hot stare raking over my body. I forgot that I was still wearing a very skimpy outfit.
With a deep sigh, I nodded. "Yeah?" Trevor asked in surprise, not expecting my answer.
"Yes, but no monkey business. No matter how ravishing you look today, I can't make out with you because I don't feel good. Maybe later?" Trevor grinned with a shake of his head.
"I appreciate your consideration, baby, but I have no plans of devouring you in your state right now. You're so sweet," he added with a peck on my lips.
"But I gave you a hard time last night. I feel so bad," I whined again, a bit embarrassed about what I did. I can't imagine how painful it was to hold back from devouring me, considering that Trevor will use every chance to ravish me.
"Not something I can't handle," Trevor answered in a composed manner, making me narrow my eyes in suspicion. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You look so calm, Trev. But remember this," I grabbed his nape and brushed my lips against his, his minty breath enough to make me heady. "If I ever find out that you did something behind my back, I will not stop at gutting you," I threatened him, his pale expression a new sight for me.
It was very amusing. A mafia boss, scared of an ordinary guy like me.
"Baby, I did not cheat on you. How many times do I have to tell you? I love you and only you. I have been celibate since I first saw you. Only you can give me that pleasure rush that I crave," Trevor explained, a bit hurt by my accusation.
"Kiss me more, but after I brushed my teeth. Since you made me happy, you win. I'm yours for the entire day," I said with a huge smile, while Trevor helped me brush.
"I am so in love with you," Trevor confessed with a fond gaze, making my heart flip in joy.
After making sure that my mouth is fresh and clean, Trevor dipped his head and mashed our lips together. Maybe because the aspirin is working, and the feel-good hormones are being released, kissing Trevor was like a breath of fresh air and an oasis after an endless walk in the desert.
What followed next was a long, warm soak, with Trevor kneading my sore muscles with a slight makeout session on the side. It was the most relaxed state I have been in. I didn't even have the energy to put my clothes on. Trevor did everything. He took care of me and made me comfortable.
If this is what awaits me after a hangover, breaking my liquor ban would be so worth it.
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