THE NIGHT BEFORE, 12:43 AM

You were in a bar, drinking your sad life away. Again. This happens at least one a night a week, getting into your best dress and spending the little amount of money you had on colorful margaritas.

You were about three drinks in when a sharply dressed man walks in. His eyes land right on you, who still looked good even with messy hair and minimal makeup. His body was well built, he was tall as hell. At least twice your size, you bet. His slightly long hair was done up in the tightest ponytail, and it made you wonder how many damn headaches he’s gotten from that.

He straightened out his expensive suit and approached you, shooting his shot immediately. He took a seat right next you as your drunken hands held your fourth margarita, blue this time.

Well, hello. He chuckled smoothly. He then looked to the bartender with a kind smile, raising his volume a tiny bit. May I have what this gorgeous woman is having? The man behind the counter smiled and nodded, getting to work on his margarita. You never would have thought of him as a colorful drink person, but life surprises you sometimes.

Once he received his margarita, he looked over at you, into your eyes. So, what are you doing here this late at night?

Drinking a lot of margaritas. You chuckled, taking another sip. This is my fourth. What about you?

The man chuckled as he subtly mirrored your action. I was just a little.. hung up over some situations regarding old habits. You nodded, your eyes never leaving the bright blue. Your head was starting to hurt and you felt a tad bit queasy, but you didn’t want to abandon the mixed and tangy taste of the drink. Moreover, you didn’t want to think.

You could tell the man was already a little drunk. Both of you talked a little more, turning from small talk into big vents. You didn’t even know his name, yet you were dumping your biggest secrets onto him.

Then he took you home with him.

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You woke up with your head pounding and your thighs aching. Over the pain, you suddenly realized you weren’t in your room. In your bed. By yourself.

You saw a muscular, shirtless man next to you. Suddenly, the sight of his ponytail brought it all back. Last night, he brought you to his home.