The next morning, Beauty woke up hungover, her head hammering so badly.
She held her head and groaned as she forced herself up from the bed.
“Mum?”
She called and slowly opened her eyes.
Unsure if her eyes were deceiving her, she rubbed her blurry eyes to clear her vision.
The room looked so strange to her.
This was most definitely not her room.
It looked more like a hotel room.
Her heart skipped at the realization.
“Where… where am I? How did I end up in this room?”
She panicked.
She looked around the room again, trying to remember anything, but her mind was a whirl.
She suddenly felt her body cold and bare. She pulled the duvet up and found out that she was wearing…
Nothing!
“I am naked!”
She yelled internally, her eyes widening each second and her mouth hanging open.
Immediately, the bathroom door opened. She gasped in fear and quickly pulled the duvet up to her face, leaving only her eyes uncovered.
Her heart was racing.
A man came out of the bathroom, a small towel drying his hair and another wrapped around his waist.
His body could only be described as a masterpiece—an artwork so unique that it could make anyone stare like an idiot.
The wet drips added an extra layer of sexiness.
Beauty’s jaw dropped.
No one else had that majestic body except…
“Mr. Bruno?”
Beauty stammered, confused.
Bruno turned around and found her awake. His eyes looked so tired—or were they just naturally this sexy every morning? Beauty thought.
“Emmm, hello… you’re awake,” he said softly.
Beauty froze that instant. A lot was going on in her mind, but nothing made sense.
“What am I doing in a hotel room with my boss?”
Beauty yelled internally.
Bruno looked like he was talking, but his words were completely muted by the questions flooding her head.
“Are… you listening?”
His voice cut into her thoughts.
Beauty nodded, still covering her face.
“You called me last night. You got into trouble with a restaurateur after a date, so I had to go pay the bill. Don’t worry, your clothes were removed by you, and I didn’t sleep on the same bed with you. Also, I… didn’t take advantage of you, in case you’re wondering.”
Beauty sighed in relief and muttered, “Yeah, I totally forgot he’s gay.”
“What?”
He asked calmly.
Beauty, realizing she had said it out loud, slapped her mouth in shock.
“What?”
She snapped back.
The silence after that was unbearable. She had to say something.
“No… no, sorry. I mean, I didn’t say anything.”
Bruno gave her a side-eye. Although he had heard it loud and clear, he decided to play it off.
“I see…”
He replied slowly.
He grabbed his clothes to change. Beauty quickly buried herself in the duvet and closed her eyes.
Bruno glanced at her after that reaction but continued changing into his new outfit.
Beauty was hiding under the duvet, fighting all her demons and trying to suppress the temptation to peek and check his size.
She had always been curious about his size.
“I heard very handsome men don’t have good sizes.”
Jessie’s voice echoed in her memory during one of their lunch breaks.
“Where did that come from, Jessie?”
Beauty groaned, annoyed at her perverted friend.
“I wanted to masturbate to Bruno last night, so I thought about his size,” Jessie had said.
“What the heck!”
Beauty snapped out of the flashback immediately.
“Calm down. Don’t act like you’re not curious too. However, since he’s not into women, judging from his beautiful visuals and small waist, he must be a bottom with a cute little dick or a power bottom with a big dick. We need to find out what his size really is.”
“What’s a bottom? I don’t understand.”
“Oh, my clueless girlfriend. I’m a BL fan. I fantasize about men making love. It’s disgusting to most people but arousing to me.”
Beauty shook off the flashback from her head.
“How did I end up with such a crazy friend?”
“Here’s some money. You can go home after you freshen up. This is for your transport since you don’t have any cash on you,” Bruno’s voice broke into her thoughts.
He must have finished changing.
Embarrassed, Beauty slowly pulled the duvet from her face and saw the money he had placed on the table.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
Bruno picked up his keys and walked toward the door.
“Sir Bruno!”
He paused at the door and turned to her.
“I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble last night. Please, I was drunk… I get drunk even at the smell of alcohol. I’m not an addict; I just tasted it for the first time yesterday. So please don’t consider me an alcoholic. And if I did anything weird or bad, please forgive me.”
Beauty closed her eyes tightly and pleaded nervously.
Bruno’s face was expressionless.
He had flashbacks of her twerking in her underwear, drumming on his head with chopsticks as he tried to sleep, throwing up on him, and crying for hours about her exes.
Most importantly, the arousal she caused him, leading to an embarrassing moment he’d never forget.
He barely slept that night and decided to shower in the morning.
“Not at all…”
He replied quietly.
Beauty opened her eyes, surprised but relieved. Yet, thinking about it, she knew he was hiding something. She must have done a lot of silly things.
“Whoever Tim, Steven, Nathan are, they’re jerks. You deserve better,” he said and left the room.
Beauty froze, speechless.
“No, no, no! Don’t tell me I washed my dirty laundry in front of him—my employer! Why did I get drunk? I can’t face him after this. He knows everything about me. Oh, Beauty, you’re such an idiot.”
She fell back on the bed and cursed.
“You stupid idiot! Idiot! Why did you call him? Now your boss has seen the ugly side of you. Somehow, I’m grateful it’s not just any man who’s into women.”
She looked down at her naked body and searched the room for her clothes.
She saw them hanging on the wardrobe, clean and neat.
She covered her face and cried inwardly.
“I am so dead!”