I’d had sex with Dorian Prinze, then fallen asleep with Dorian Prinze.
Not that I had a choice.
His big bear hold had felt really good, and I was a girl with hormones.
Stupid big football player.
He hadn’t let go of me, so I’d stayed snuggled tucked inside his mighty embrace. At some point, I’d realized he’d fallen asleep too, and there was no escape then.
He’d held my ass all night. He’d kept me close like he didn’t want to let go. Like I was his like he said. He might have felt that way, but I didn’t belong to anyone.
He was gone.
He’d left me in this big bed by myself, and right away, I thought about Bru. The last time I’d seen him, we’d both been partying, and it wasn’t like me to just not check in.
He’s probably worried sick.
My brother and I had our problems, but we still cared about each other. I’d worry too if I hadn’t seen him at all after that first run-in we had.
Pressing soft blankets to my boobs, I whipped my bare legs off the bed. I started to look for my bra and panties, but they’d been folded and placed on the bedside table.
With my purse and cell phone.
They both literally sat on top of my folded panties, my trench coat beneath all that.
It’d been folded too.
I found this rather odd, but Dorian had obviously gotten my stuff from coat check. I was just surprised he’d even bothered.
Putting that out of my mind, I opened my phone, and naturally, I had messages from Bru. He’d wondered about me at several points in the night, but then his texts stopped at some point.
Me: I’m going to an after party. Might be out all night.
I’d sent that text at around three apparently.
What the fuck?
Bru’s return text told me to have fun and that he was glad I was doing that for once. My brother was literally happy I was staying out all night and not coming back home.
And Dorian Prinze had lied for me.
He’d covered, which was good, I guess, but a severe invasion of privacy.
Again, I wondered why he’d even bothered. The boy was callous, cold and after getting his dick wet with me, I found it very peculiar he’d actually looked out for me afterward. I mean, why would he care?
This was all terribly confusing, but I had to pee and maybe roll something around in my mouth so it didn’t smell like death. I also had school in like an hour, so I should probably get home and get ready.
Whoever Ares’s parents were, they obviously were really lax or just not around. Considering what a wild child he was, something told me it was the latter. He seemed to be more dysfunctional than even Dorian managed to be and that was saying something.
I’m not going out there in a bra and panties.
I had my coat, but I put the shorts and top on that Dorian had given me over my underwear. I just needed to pee, then I was getting the hell out of Dodge.
I started to put my heels on but decided against that if I was trying to be stealthy. Even still, I kept my heels gripped in my hand and the rest of my stuff under my arm when I toed out of the bedroom in search of a bathroom. There was no doubt several around in this big-ass manor. Ares’s house made Bru’s and mine look like a small cottage.
I got down the hall and simply started trying doors (not smart), but I figured eventually, one would be a bathroom. I found a couple bedrooms, one of which still had several partygoers in it. Some had been in the bed while others were scattered across the floor like the discarded clothing in the room.
Apparently, people just staying over at Ares’s place was old hat after one of his parties.