Waking Up to Regret: A Messy Morning with a Mystery Girl

When I woke up this morning, I felt like I had just gone through a warzone. My head was pounding, my body ached, and I couldn’t remember a damn thing from the night before.

But then, as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I realized there was something else in bed with me. And no, it wasn’t my trusty bottle of aspirin.
It was a girl.

A pretty girl, too.

And while most guys would be jumping for joy at the prospect of waking up next to a gorgeous woman, my first thought was, “How the hell did this happen?”

I looked down at myself and saw that my clothes were all rumpled and twisted.

My hair was sticking out in every direction, like a porcupine’s quills.

And the smell…oh, the smell. It was a mix of stale beer, cigarettes, and regret.

The girl stirred beside me and opened her eyes. She smiled and said, “Good morning.”

I tried to smile back, but my face was still stuck in its swollen, sleep-induced state.

“Um, mambo,” I said, my voice scratchy and hoarse.
She sat up and looked at me quizzically.

“Don’t you remember anything from last night?”
I shook my head, hoping it would jog some memories loose.

But all I could think of was a blurry image of Sabina Joy and a lot of shots.

“Well,” she said, “we met at SJ and then went back to your place.”

I looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the night before. My eyes landed on a half-empty bottle of Napoleon on the nightstand.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “I think I remember that part.”
She laughed and leaned over to kiss me.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Last night was fun.”
I looked at her, then down at myself, and then back at her again.

“Fun for you, maybe. I look like a hot mess.”

She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair. “I think you look handsome.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her words. handsome?
With my crusty eyes, drool-stained face, and tangled hair? I must have looked like a rejected extra from a zombie movie.

But despite my appearance, the girl seemed to genuinely like me. And as we lay there together, laughing and talking, I realized that maybe waking up with a girl on my bed wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Even if it did mean sacrificing my dignity and self-respect in the process. And yes, we fucked all day!

Next episode…

Heh, I thought you woke up next to @Thirimaii

Ati na madem wa SJ huwa wanalipwa at some point.

Part two ikuje

Ulitoa malaya SJ ukaleta kwa nyumba

MAKOSAA, donge?

“Gorgeous” women at Sabina Joy sounds rather incongruent, but what do I know, seeing as I have never entered the place.

:D:D:D