Biker Baby

Prologue

~Prologue~
Ok, I can't feel my face. Is this normal? I've never been this drunk before.
I slap my cheek but I don't feel it. Should I panic?
'I don't think hitting yourself is going to achieve anything doll face' an amused voice says from beside me.
My head heavily moves in his direction and I see the leather vest he wears over his long sleeve white shirt. His blue jeans that look pretty rocking on him, his eyes are a vibrant blue and his hair black as ebony. He has some facial hair but nothing serious, just stubble and the corner of his lips are lifted into a smile.
'Who are you?' I find myself asking curiously.
'Sam' he chuckles lowly
'Well, Sam, I am Scarlet and my face is numb which is why I am slapping myself' I slap my cheek again.
'Don't drink often?' he questions. I shake my head, causing him to scoff out a laugh again 'Can I buy you a drink?' he asks, his eye brows raised expectantly.
I really don't need another drink but if he is offering then sure, what harm could it do? Free piss right?
I nod my head but it feels more like a bobble and he orders two shots. I take one in hand and at the same time we throw them back.
I cringe at the burning sensation but once recovered, I smile at the attractive man before me who is watching me intently.

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Thump. Thump. My head!!
God, what the hell happened last night?
'Take these' my eyes shoot open and pain erupts my vision, making me squint, trying to block the light out. I see a guy standing beside the bed.
I recognise him from the club last night, he had brought me a shot and then.. and then... Shit, what happened?
I look around, scanning my environment and see we are in my room which means I brought some random shmuck back to my apartment.
Its now, I realise I am wearing no clothes. Shameless hussy!
'Did we..?' I ask, my eye browns raised in anticipation.
He gives a sexy as fuck smirk and says proudly 'Oh yeah doll face, three times' with a head tilt, he throws up his hand, showing just three fingers.
Oh god!
Three times and I didn't remember even one. 'I'm such a slut' I groan to myself, taking the pills from his hand while trying to keep the sheet covering my body.
'I don't do this' I tell him feeling the need to explain 'I don't sleep around and I blame you'
'How is this my fault?' he asks confused and almost insulted while I swallow my pills.
'You brought me a drink, I clearly didn't need it. I don't remember anything after I took the shot' I defend before flopping myself back down on the pillow.
'You asked for more' he shrugs, clearly giving no fucks.
'I was slapping myself when you came over to me, did you really think I should have had more alcohol?'
'Don't really care, anyway, I'm out. ill show myself out and we will probably never see each other again' Sam says shrugging his vest on which read GALLAH TOWN MC.
Great, I just slept with a biker douche.
'Thanks for the pills and water' I grumble as he walks out the door.
'Thanks for the three good fucks' he calls back with a soft chuckle.
My face flames a shade of red and i pull the pillow onto my face, screaming my humiliation into it.
Good one Scarlet!