Amaryllis-The Rogue Werewolf

I blinked as the sunshine dazzled my eyes. Oh God, I really don't want to wake up because all parts of my body feel so sore like I just ran a marathon last night and also my head is really sore and dizzy like I've just been hit by ten bricks.

Groaning, without opening my eyes, I pulled the blanket to cover my naked body which was exposed to the cold air. Coiled by my side, I began to sink my consciousness back into the dream. But.....

Wait.

Naked?

Sunshine?

First—naked, I never sleep naked. I always wear a thick hoodie, and knee-length pants and then curl up comfortably under my blanket which is neither too thin nor too thick, which has accompanied me since my Junior High School days. And of course I can't possibly take off my regular bedtime clothes just because it's hot at night because I've never been hot.

Second—sunshine. My room is a room full of walls and two wide glass windows which I always close with thick curtains so that the morning sun will not enter and disturb the sound sleep I have.

Then, what is this?

I raised my half body, opened my eyes that were still tightly attached.

The scene in front of me was a strange thing.

Really weird.

A large white king size bed, a wide glass wall in front that reveals the snow that has fallen on Seattle, and some of the luxury items that fill this place.

I gaped, sat up, pulled the blanket under my armpits and scanned the room quickly.

My heart was beating hard, my dizzy head was getting dizzy, especially when I saw how I looked now. A sense of shock overtook me, before the hot and inappropriate memories I never thought I'd feel, invade my recovered senses.

'"You didn't disappoint me."'

'"Oh, you're a virgin?"'

'"Give it to me, and you won't regret it,"'

'"It will hurt for a while, then you will feel good, kitten."'

'"Narrow,"'

"Shit uh."

I screamed when sound of the cursed voice from a handsome and beautiful man playing sweetly in my head, spinning around like the voice of a porn star which is very, very disgusting at this time.

Then, what did I do last night? I'm no different from a porn star, I'm even like an obedient and thirsty bitch for a pleasures that I've never tasted.

Shit.

Holy...

Fuck.

I put my hands on the sides of my head, looked down, then cried like I was a child when I found caterpillars in my hair.

I fucked up.

Well, it's not that I'm a believer with no-sex before marriage. In the past, I wanted sex, a first experience, with my ex. But before that happened I was already distant and scared. That's what makes every boy leave me and prefer other women. They say I'm a sucker and a coward.

I have no problem with that and choose to give up my virginity later with a man that I love and give a beautiful first experience for me. And, now....

Damn it.

I fucked up.

That Princess imagination was fucked up, because I didn't sleep with the man of my dreams or the man that I want, but with a man I didn't recognize.

It's even worse because I'm drunk.

That handsome, hot and beautiful man.

Even in an unconscious state, I can still see how beautiful he is, how hot he is, how handsome he is, and how the hardness of his body makes me scream with a pleasure.

Nothing was soft last night. However, it was hot and passionate like us devouring each other. Erotic as well as rude so it affects me until now. There was something wet there, but the memory of the sudden taste faded to be replaced by a feeling of dread which made my stomach hurt.

What if he was a gigolo? Don't they have to look so handsome in order to satisfy women's eyes? What if he's a predator who intentionally puts anything in my drink to knock me out and then takes advantage?

Worse yet, what if he has HIV/AIDS and transmits it to me?

I shook my head, erasing it. I have to meet him and talk about last night. I worry if what I fear is the truth.

I shuffled to the edge of the bed and found my phone on the nightstand, I took it, but something on the sofa table, not far from the bed, caught my attention.

A goody bag that says a famous and most expensive clothing brand in the world is here. I wrapped myself in the blanket and then got out of bed. Grimacing as the sting between my thighs felt, I limped towards it.

Raising an eyebrow, I gaped when not only the most expensive brand of clothing was here, but there was also a check lying beside it.

The thing that struck me next was that this check was worth a million dollars.

On behalf of R.M

I blinked many times and saw the value on the check because I thought that my two beautiful eyes had started to get myopic and damaged but in fact they weren't.

One million dollars.

ONE FUCKING MILLION DOLLARS.

Which, damn it, is a lot of money. And I need to work for seventy years to earn this amount of money. Which means this guy isn't a gigolo, what a gigolo is going to do is steal my wallet and phone.

While he gave me money.

He must be very generous and kind. Maybe he feels guilty? I have to find him and talk about all of this.

Recovering from my shock, I read the note pinned to the goodybag..

Read it with furrowed brows to understand his words because my brain is still not recovering from the drunken state and after sleep.

'Hello, Amanda. Last night's sex was so fun and beautiful, you capable to make me come twice. I really salute you even though you just give me your virginity. And as a respect for your amazing pussy, I present this check and luxury outfit to you.

If you want more checks and fancy stuff, just call me.

With honry

RM'

Fuck.

Swearing came out as anger welled up and heated up in my chest, swirling like disgusting food that I had swallowed.

Does he think I'm the bitch who wants all of this?

Does he think I'm a cheap woman who values ​​my virginity with money?

Does he hink a woman like me wants his money and luxury goods?

Well, I do want all of this, but not in this way. He made me look like a goddamn bitch.

Fuck.

That damn bastard.

Chuckling cynically, picking up the check, I tore it openly with a furious roar escaping my lips.

I'm gonna curse his penis can't hard to anyone, and he will die of his rusty penis so the mourners will laugh instead of mourning over his grave.

I swear if I ever see him again, I'll kick his cocky head with my heels.

Goddams fucker.