ENZO’S POV
The day was fun, but I ended up really drunk. I don’t think I’ll be able to rember today’s events.
"I’ll take Enzo ho; he’s wasted. The rest of you can get back safely, right?" I heard Doc Olivier say. I’m sure it was him.
"Yes, we can," a voice I couldn’t recognize replied.
Doc Olivier said nothing else. He tried to make walk, but I tripped over my own feet. I was too wasted to feel embarrassed, and I laughed out loud.
"This isn’t going to work. I’ll have to carry you," he said.
The next mont, I was in his arms, like his lover. I couldn’t help myself—I snuggled into his embrace.
Olivier carried outside to his car. He placed inside and fastened the seatbelt. I’m going to bla the alcohol for this because, before he could move, I cupped his face. "Hi there, handso."
Olivier chuckled. "Enzo, let go of . I need to take you ho." Despite his words, he didn’t pull away.
"But I like this position. I can see your face up close. You’re handso—so handso." I couldn’t stop blabbering.
Olivier managed to pry my hands off his face. He shut the door, hurried to his side of the car, buckled his seatbelt, and started the engine.
I had so much I wanted to say to Doc Olivier—how I truly felt, how much I loved him—but my eyelids were growing heavy. I tried to fight it, but the more I resisted, the heavier they beca.
I dozed off, passing out in the car of my prince charming. It felt nice.
I didn’t get to sleep for long. I woke up when Doc Olivier carried out of the car. I buried my head in the crook of his neck. This felt so good, and I didn’t want it to end.
"Where’s your room?" His voice sounded strained, like he was speaking through his teeth.
I pointed at my door. He kicked it shut with his foot, carried to my bed, and laid down. My bed wasn’t as comfortable as his arms.
I don’t know if I was seeing things, but it looked like Doc Olivier was stripping. He seed to be in a hurry. The next mont, my lips were claid by his.
This didn’t feel right. I placed my hands on his chest to push him off, but he grabbed them and held them above my head.
"You’ve been tempting all night. You don’t expect to just leave after dropping you ho, do you? I’ve been trying to hold myself back, but you just had to push my buttons," he said, claiming my lips again.
I thrashed and kicked, but he didn’t stop. I tried fighting him off, but I was no match. Tears welled in my eyes. There was nothing I could do. I shut my eyes, accepting my fate.
And then suddenly there was a crashing sound, and suddenly his weight on was gone. When I opened my eyes, he wasn’t there anymore. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t. I passed out.
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I forced my eyes open, yawning as I stretched and turned. I was still feeling dizzy. I blinked a couple of tis. I was ho, but how had I gotten here? My head hurt like hell.
I think Doc Olivier was the one who brought ho. A smile stretched across my lips. He must have left after tucking in. My heart swelled with love.
Pushing the duvet off my body, I stepped out of bed. I needed aspirin to deal with this hangover. It took a lot of effort not to fall back onto my bed and sleep. I dragged myself to the bathroom, opened the dicine cabinet, took two aspirin, and headed to the kitchen. Pouring myself a glass of water, I swallowed the dicine, grimacing as I did. Tablets and injections are not my strong suit—I hate them.
I looked around my ssy apartnt. "I wish I could just crawl back into bed and sleep," I muttered, letting out a long sigh.
Despite my headache, I started cleaning. I cleaned everything: washed my dirty laundry, scrubbed the sink, and mopped the floor. Finally, the house looked livable again.
My stomach roared. "I’m too lazy to cook. I’m going out," I mumbled to myself.
I ran to my room, took a cold bath, and dressed in sothing simple—a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I may be short and small, but my body doesn’t look bad. My mom always said I had sexy legs. I don’t have six-packs, but at least I don’t have a big stomach. Grabbing my wallet, I headed outside.
Walking down the busy streets of Ravensreach, my mind drifted to last night. The only thing I could rember was being tricked by the bartender into drinking a Bloody Mary. I think my drink was switched to sothing stronger after that. I rember dancing, but everything else was a blur. I just hope I didn’t make a fool of myself, or I won’t be able to face Doc Olivier on Monday.
"Good morning, Enzo," Freya, the waitress at the eatery I frequent, greeted .
"Good morning, Freya. How are you?" I asked with a smile.
"I’m fine. Your favorite spot is empty." She winked at . I giggled and walked to my usual seat by the far window. I love it because it’s secluded, yet I can still watch the world outside.
Freya ca over with a nu.
"I don’t know why you bring this to every ti when I always order the sa thing," I teased.
"It’s protocol. So, pancakes and coffee?"
"That’s the one," I replied, and she nodded.
"I’ll be back shortly," she said, leaving alone.
There was a magazine on my table. I picked it up and flipped through the pages to kill ti. It was about female models. I was about to close it when a page caught my eye—a male model in briefs. He looked so sexy I could eat him.
I paused, glancing around. I have this feeling I’m being watched since I left ho. Everyone seed to be minding their own business, but it was unsettling.
"Here you go, Enzo," Freya said, setting down my plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee.
"Thank you."
She nodded and left.
Halfway through my breakfast, the doorbell chid. Out of curiosity, I looked up and saw Doc Olivier walk in.
He sat at a table near but didn’t seem to notice . If he had, he would’ve said hello, right? I placed my fork down and walked over.
"Good morning, Doc Olivier," I greeted with a smile, sitting opposite him.
He looked at strangely but didn’t reply. Did I do sothing wrong?
"I... I wanted to ask if you were the one who took ho last night."
"You don’t rember?" He raised an eyebrow at .
"No, Doc," I mumbled.
A charming smile spread across his face. "Yes, Enzo. I took you ho. You were really wasted."
"Ah, thank you. Ummm, did I do or say anything out of line?" I bit my bottom lip nervously.
"Let’s see—you called handso, cupped my cheeks, danced on my thigh, and flirted nonstop. When I finally took you ho, I had to pry your hands off because you wouldn’t let go."
I pald my face. "Fuck! I’m so sorry. I didn’t an any of that—it was the alcohol. I’m so sorry, Doc Olivier." My voice was muffled behind my hands.
Doc Olivier gently took my hands away from my face. "You’re cute, Enzo, especially when you’re flushed. I’m not angry."
I wanted to doubt his words, but his warm smile told he wasn’t lying.
"Thank you..."
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