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Natalia woke up to a shifting between her legs that nearly made her shoot off the bed. The alarm only succeeded in jamming a violent headache right between her eyes. With a groan, she collapsed back onto a floppy pillow. “Ugh, what the hell…?” she began, but stopped when she heard a soft chuckle. “What time is it?” she muttered, gasping when she felt that shift rub nicely against her folds, making her sigh out gently.
“Five AM,” she heard, and when she peeked out from under her arm, she noticed that the daylight entering the dank and unfamiliar room was dim and soft. Her eyes landed on a single hand, tracing around between her legs and working her up. “Relax, Nat. Just helping you with that hangover.”
“What a gentleman,” she murmured, but found that he had a point. Orgasms supposedly were a pretty sweet cure for nasty headaches. She blinked once before dropping a hand to stop his ministrations. “Did you just call me Nat?” she asked, and when she turned around, she was faced by curious green eyes.
And it all hit her like a ton of bricks.
She had slept with a guy not twenty-four hours since her arrival, and now she was in the idiot’s bed. When the hell did she get so careless? Thoroughly put off, she shoved him off of her, turning her body away from his gaze as she stood in search of her clothes.
“What’s the matter?” Jace purred, voice raspy and alluring. Natalia wasn’t going to fall for it now that she had a killer headache and her common sense back in place.
“I’m leaving,” was her stout reply, tossing him a glare over her shoulder, black locks hanging down her face like a ragged curtain. “Where’s my underwear?”
Jace gave her a shrug, lifting his arms to rest behind his head. His naked torso was like sculpted marble, draped almost artfully with the pale gray sheets around him. Natalia nearly felt nauseous after staring at him for so long. With a grunt of irritation, the woman continued her search on her own, throwing Jace icy glares every time their gazes met.
“You know, I might be able to tell you where I last saw them, but for a price,” Jace smirked up at her teasingly as she scoured the bedroom. It was—unsurprisingly—covered in strewn pieces of laundry and the occasional bag of garbage. Ugh, gross.
“You can jerk off on your own,” Natalia retorted, not sparing him another glance. “I’m sure I can find them.”
“Whatever,” Jace replied, clearly at ease to let her continue searching without his assistance. Her irritability nearly made her want to turn around and chuck the nearest garbage at his face, but she refrained, knowing full well it’ll only make things worse. The sooner she got out, the better. “You know, you weren’t half bad.”
“You weren’t half good,” Natalia snarked back, feeling some relief when she found her shorts.
“That’s not what you were screaming last night,” Jace teased; she could practically hear the grin over his mouth. “If I recall, it sounded something like ‘Yes, yes, just like that—oh God!’ but then again, I could be wrong.”
Natalia finally straightened up from tugging her shorts over her hips. She fixed him an unamused stare, “That did not sound like me at all.”
“Close enough,” he said and gave her a little beckoning with his chin. Natalia almost paused, somewhat entranced by the way his figure was so open to her with a sultry promise of more pleasure. She remembered how her fingers had gripped hard on his back, dragging bright red welts over his spine as he pounded into her. Yeah—she would admit—it had been a pretty great lay, but she wasn’t the kind to shoot for seconds, sloppy or otherwise. With a snort, Natalia turned around and headed out the room, “If you find my underwear, I expect you to throw them away.”
“I will make no such promises!” he called back as she sauntered out the door and down the hallway of the apartment. She was able to find her bra and shirt easily enough, tugging them on as she made her escape.
She never considered herself as one to take part in what women called ‘The Walk Of Shame,’ thinking the entire idea was completely idiotic since there was nothing shameful about having a great lay. Besides, it’s not like she had had any romantic expectations between her and Jace. It was just a single one night stand. That was all.
Heading back to the hotel proved to be another issue entirely since Natalia couldn’t remember where she was. This early in the morning, there were few people up and about and since she was fairly certain she could orient herself, she continued on her merry way without wanting to run back to Jace’s arms. After some time, Natalia felt her back pocket buzz against her skin; when she pulled her phone out curiously, her irritation only skyrocketed further.
See you at the reunion, princess. ;)
With a curl of her lip, Natalia quickly typed a response before deleting the message and Jace’s contact information from her phone.
Fuck off.
She could practically hear him laughing at her response, and she tugged her phone back in her pocket before she continued on her not-so-merry way.