Last night was filled with loud music, drinking, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. I participated in some of the night time activities but I made sure my mouth was near no dick that night. I had a reputation to keep up with - wasn't about to blow some stranger.

I was drinking quite a bit and anything after 1 am I could not remember. So now I lay in bed, my head throbbing and eyes hurting from the sunlight that filled the room. "Who the fuck left the curtain opened?" I groan and look around. "How the hell did I get home?" I huff, pressing my palm against the side of my head as I stand, stumbling a bit as I do.

I stretch my arms and legs before turning to the nightstand to check my phone. As I do, I hear a shuffle...in my bed. Slowly I turn and look at the bed. There's a man. A man in my bed. Oh no...I squint and look closer. Shit, it's the rival mafia son and he's no stranger.

I let out a large huff of air before turning and heading towards the bathroom. "Dad's going to kill me..." I look in the mirror, tugging and probing at my face. "God, I look horrible..." I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezes toothpaste on the toothbrush and runs it under water.

I put the toothbrush in my mouth and begin to brush. All of a sudden I feel two large hands grasp my hips and plush lips press against my shoulder. I pause the brushing, turning my head to look at the man. Once he pulls away I roll my eyes. "You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch." I smirk and turn around, arms crossing over my chest.