A/N: Welcome back to a small surprise update! This chapter isn't the longest (Come on... the last one was!) so I thought I'd throw it up and make your Monday smoother. Or Tuesday, depending on where you live. Enjoy!
Ps. Shoutout to GabiDEMON ! This chapter is for you!
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I woke up, feeling like it was a proper morning after. I wasn't exactly hangover, but I couldn't say that I didn't feel the effect of the alcohol on my body. I was dehydrated. My throat and mouth felt dry, my lips raw, and my pussy surprisingly sore.
But worst of all, was my head.
Not because of a headache, but because of my confusion.
I had no idea how I went from being a sensible, calculated, put-together adult, to a crazy maniac who wanted to tear Asher Wolfhart's close right off his big, surprisingly sexy body. I felt confused about my own actions. For the first time in my conscious life, it wasn't my brain who made the decisions, but my gullible hormones and my vagina.
I got out of bed, and went about my morning routine – stretching, washing my face, breakfast, brushing teeth, flossing, cleaning up, getting dressed. I didn't wear makeup often, in fact, a Chapstick was the only cosmetics related item I ever bought for myself. The rest were lavish gifts from Callie, that she acquired through one of her modeling gigs, or got sent in PR.
I was always comfortable, but professional, often wearing slacks or jeans to work, and simple, long sleeves shirts. In the lab, we had to cover up from head to toe, so my wardrobe consisted of different color variations of the same few items.
I pulled on jeans, and a long sleeved gray shirt, put my hair in a ponytail, and was ready for my day.
Even though I had no classes on a Saturday, I chose to make the short drive to campus. My apartment was two lights away, taking me exactly four minutes to get to work – unless I hit an unusually long red.
The campus may have looked empty to the untrained eye, but in my lab building, life was always buzzing.
I walked in to find Albert and Francine, typing away on their computers. Albert – Albie, to his friends – was what our classmates considered my boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him many years ago, and since then, we hooked up on occasions.
Albie and I were both extremely busy with our work and studies, leaving no room for a fulfilling romantic relationship. He has had very similar aspirations about a highly confidential government job, and therefore our mutual understanding came naturally. When we had needs, we helped each other out. It wasn't love, or even a crush, although, I supposed he was handsome in a classy way.
Albie had dirty blonde, short chopped hair, big brown eyes, and glasses. I wouldn't describe him as fit, but he kept in good shape by being a vegetarian, and running around a giant campus fourteen hours a day.
He was of average height, about 5'10, and didn't get offended when I told him to get out after sex.
Francine, or Fran, started out as my biggest rival when we got to college, but she soon turned out to be a friend. We were the only two girls who made it so far in the program, and after she realized I wasn't interested in competing with her, we became allies, supporting each other in a very male-dominated field.
"Good morning." I greeted them. They both glanced up, and nodded.
"You're in late." Fran observed, an underlying question in her voice.
"London had a housewarming party last night." I offered as an explanation. They all knew about London and Callie, since those two girls were the only reason I would miss out on a good study or lab session. "Did I miss anything?"
"The test results came in about the prototype." And just like that, the interrogation was over. Albie waved me over, and I pulled up a chair next to him, and got lost in work.
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Before I realized it, it was time for lunch, and I headed back home to grab a quick bite. While I was waiting for my vegan burrito to heat up, I pulled up our group chat.
Callie: Ginger! Where the hell are you??
Callie: Ginger!
Callie: Respond!
I sighed. I forgot to text her last night – but it didn't matter much, since these messages were from just an hour ago. I supposed she slept in. Or rather, on top of whichever lucky fella got to take her home last night.
Me: I'm sorry, it slipped my mind. I've been at the lab. Everything's fine.
London: Why wouldn't it be fine? What happened?
I shook my head. I guessed Callie didn't exactly update her on what went down before I left the party, like she promised.
Callie: She left with Ash last night!!!
London: What?? Ginger! Ash is nothing but bad news.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard. For a moment, I debated on telling them everything that has happened the night before – from the games, the bet, the pool... Breaking into who knew what celebrity's house. Being caught with my bare ass out with a man on top of me...
But at the end, I just said:
Me: He just gave me a ride home. I've had a few drinks.
My phone buzzed immediately.
London: See, C? I knew Ging was too smart to fall for his shit.
My temples started to pound again, and I squeezed my eyes shut. If only...
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The rest of my day was fairly uneventful at the lab - exactly how I liked it. After the long hours, my body felt slightly better than in the morning, and I was hoping I managed to tire myself out enough to get a good night of sleep.
"Are you heading home?" Albie asked, as I swung my bag over my shoulder.
I nodded. "I think I'm ready for some sleep."
He turned, angling his whole body toward mine. I knew what he was going to ask before the words left his mouth. "Maybe you want to come over to my place before?"
Unlike it would've to probably most girls, the question and suggestion behind it didn't bother me. I prefered things to be casual, so I could focus my energy where it needed to go - toward my studies. Albie and I enjoyed a mutually beneficial partnership outside of work, but nothing beyond that.
But even though the offer would've sounded good on any other given day, tonight, I couldn't bring myself to say yes. My body was still sore from another man. I still felt raw, used, and satisfied.
"Maybe another time." I found myself saying, to which he pulled up his brows, making his boyish charm work its magic.
"You must be really tired then."
I sensed the question behind his observation, but before I could reply, my phone went off. I pulled it out of my back pocket, and opened the group chat with the girls.
Callie: Told you.
Her message read, and attached to it was an article. It showed Ash, leaving a nightclub with a girl under each arm, wearing the same damn clothes he wore when he dropped me off at my place, asked me if he could come upstairs, and then screetched out of the parking lot when I slammed the door on him.
The article even dates the pictures, to this morning at 5 am.
Callie: Bullet dodged!
Her next message popped up on my screen. I bit down on my lower lip.
Me: Indeed.
I replied, shutting off the evil device. With a sigh, I turned back to Albie, who was still waiting for an explanation from me.
"Do you want to grab a drink, instead?"
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A/N: I'm still in search for the perfect Gia girl. So far, she is the best one I found. The beauty is actually a brunette, so I slapped a filter on it. Just imagine her with red hear, same body proportions, but shorter.
Anyhow. Ash, man! What a douche, ey? ;)
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