Chapter 8 - Mess

Noah

A throbbing headache and intense nausea woke me up. A bucket was placed within hand's reach, right next to the bed. Thank goodness. I relieved myself and looked around. Where was I?

I found myself in the biggest hotel room I’d ever seen. The huge king bed had the softest, whitest sheets. It felt like I was lying in a cloud. A lustrous chandelier was hanging over a classy velvet lounge set. Outside the window, I could only see the sky. We must be in the penthouse.

I pulled the covers over my head. The daylight was too bright for my sensitive eyes. What happened last night?

The events from the night before slowly started coming back to me. The clothes scattered all over the floor confirmed the faint memories of moans and sweaty skin. I remembered how crazy I kissed him. I blushed. No, it can't be…

When I heard the sound of a shower in the bathroom, a picture of Raymond's strong, perfect body came to mind. I shook my head, trying to clear my sinful thoughts.

Minutes later, Raymond