She opened her eyes and looked at the man next to her in bed.
"Fuck!"
She hadn't meant to fall asleep and spend the night at his place. She had planned to sneak out as soon as he fell asleep but somehow the alcohol had taken over and she had fallen asleep herself.
"Fuck," he growled, as if he had just read her thought from seconds ago.
She looked at him again and saw that he was staring directly at her.
"I think it's best if you go," he said.
"I agree," she said.
"I don't usually let ring rats stay the night," he said.
"I'm a what now?" She asked.
"Ring rat," he repeated.
"What the hell is that?" She asked.
"Girls who want to sleep with wrestlers," he answered.
"Oh, you're a wrestler?" She said.
"Are you really gonna pretend like you don't know who I am?" He asked.
"Not pretending. I don't have a fucking clue and honestly, I don't care," she answered.
He moved back a bit as he stared her down. It seemed like she was telling the truth. This was new for him. He really thought she was a ring rat the way she had walked straight over to him the night before and had agreed to go home with him without hardly talking to him at all.
"Then why did you come home with me?" He asked confused.
"Honestly? You were there and I needed a rebound," she answered.
"Ah, boyfriend just left you?" he said.
"Something like that. Does it really matter?" She asked.
"Guess not," he answered and shrugged his shoulders.
"Anyway, I'll get out of your way," she said.
He couldn't help but stare at her naked body as she moved the covers and got out of bed. He smirked to himself as he saw the bruises on her hips. Yeah, he had been a bit rough the night before but she seemed to like it by the way she had been screaming in pleasure.
"It's not polite to stare," she said.
She snatched him out of his thoughts and he turned his eyes from her hips up to meet her eyes.
"Just admiring my work," he said, still smirking.
"Whatever," she said and turned around.
"Now, those I didn't make. Another rebound before me?" He asked as he saw the bruises on her back.
"Something like that," she answered for the second time within minutes that morning.
He wondered why he hadn't noticed them the night before but he guess he could blame the alcohol and the fact that they never got around to actually turn on the light in his bedroom before jumping each other's bones.
She gathered her clothes on the floor and started getting dressed.
"No need to sweat about it, honey. We've all been there," he said with a chuckle.
"Look, Baron, I honestly don't give two fucks about where you've been or where you're planning on going. You were there last night and I saw you as nothing more than a convenient choice of the night so please stop trying to make friendly conversation," she said.
"Damn, kitten, retract your claws," he said.
"Really? You literally just told me five minutes ago to leave. Why the fuck do you wanna chat all of the sudden?" She asked.
"Well, somehow you got a little more interesting when you don't have the slightest idea who I am. I actually like that," he answered.
"So because I'm not a fucking rodent, I'm interesting?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Ring rat," he corrected.
She shook her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, whatever. Do you even remember my name?" She asked.
"Of course I do. It's Frida," he said and grinned.
"Yeah, let's go with that," she said as she started walking away from him.
"I'm joking. It's Erin," he said.
"Have a nice life, Baron. Good luck with your hamsters in the future," she said as she left his bedroom.
"Ring rats!" He yelled after her but he got no answer in return.
Seconds after he heard his front door slam as she left. He sat up on the bed and looked around at his scattered clothes on the floor. It had been pretty damn hot between them that night and their clothes had went flying in all directions. It wasn't by accident he had let her stay the night. Something just couldn't make him throw her out like he usually did with the ring rats and yet he still ended up acting like a complete jerk in the morning. She hadn't deserved that but now it was too late to change it.
He chuckled to himself as he thought back to how she had reacted standing on all four in front of him while he had pulled her backwards with force, slamming into her over and over again. If he remembered correctly, he had made her cum twice, and he felt kind of proud of that achivement.
"Sexy kitten, you sure were fun to have around," he said out in the air.
He got up on his feet, stretched his body and went to take a shower.