Chapter 30: What Do I Do?

Meredith's Point-of-View

Ugh.

I felt like total shit. My head had construction men jack hammering concrete in it, my mouth tasted like maggot infested cotton and I had some kind of fucking restraint across my back. I raised my mouth out of the pillow when I smelled my breath…ugh…definitely maggots. What the hell had happened last night? I shifted slightly, trying to get the tree trunk off of me, but to no avail. I turned my head in the other direction and froze.

Oh. My. God. WhatthefuckdidIdo?

The tree trunk was Whorek's arm. And Whorek looked good in the morning. Really good. All messy sex hair and nakedness…

Wait a damn minute! Sex hair? Nakedness? Oh, fuck me now.

Well not literally.

Ugh, my head hurts

I slowly shifted out from under his arm and froze, hoping that movement didn't wake him up. He moved and turned over, the sheet covering him revealing more of his hair dusted abdomen, moving down, down to…OMG! He had a V out of this fucking world. It was like an arrow pointing down to the promised land. Yummy.

I carefully wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. I moved too slowly get out of bed, instantly recognizing my dilemma. If I took the sheet with me, Whorek would be exposed. If I didn't, I would be exposed.

Fuck it. I took the sheet with me. Better him be embarrassed than me…well more than I was already going to be. I chanced a look back.

Damn! He was wearing boxers. Wait a minute. He was wearing boxers! Thank you, Baby Jesus! No sex for me! Wait a minute. I was in bed with a gorgeous specimen and I didn't get any? How much did that suck?

Bet. Remember the bet. He is an ass. Get it together Meredith. He made a sex bet, you decided to punish him, you made him jealous, he went all caveman and then…

I groaned.

I totally hurled down his back last night.

Oh God. Kill me now.

I chanced another look at him and froze.

Whorek was hung. His peen was making a nice big tent in his silk boxers. Oh I definitely didn't have that inside me last night or more than my head would be hurting.

Speaking of which. Ouch.

He stirred, and I hightailed it, almost tripping as I left the room. I quietly tiptoed down to the bathroom not wanting to wake Amber or Derek up.

"Walk of Shame?"

I slowly turned to Amber with a grimace on my face.

"No." I told her.

"Then why are you naked?" She craned her neck to look into my room and her eyes widened and she shuddered. "And why couldn't you cover him up? Gross. My brother's prick is at attention. I so didn't ever need to see that…ever." She complained.

"I don't know what the fuck happened. I know why I was naked. I never sleep in my clothes. What I don't know, is why your brother disrobed to his boxers and slept in my bed."

"You carried out stage one of your plan, got wasted, blew chunks on him and passed out. He was still here when I got home, and I told him to stay…on the couch." She said.

"Whatever. I need an aspirin, a glass of water, a toothbrush and a shower." I grumbled.

"I will get you the aspirin and the water." Amber offered.

I waved my hand at her in thanks and trudged to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I was feeling human, as I rinsed off. I reached up to turn off the water. I grabbed my towel and wrapping it around me, I threw the shower curtain back.

"Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, wincing as I did so.

"I'm peeing. What does it look like?" Derek said casually, looking over his shoulder at me.

I quickly averted my eyes.

"Do you piss in front of everyone? Or just me?" I asked, kind of horrified and yet trying not to laugh.

"Just you." He said simply. I heard the toilet flush.

"You can look now." He told me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, while he grinned and leaned back against the vanity, looking me up and down.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

"You."

"Well stop. What gives you the right to interrupt my date and throw me over your shoulder and sleep next to me, naked, and then pee in the bathroom I am taking a shower in?" I ranted.

"You threw up on me. Ruined my favorite shirt, by the way. Thanks for that." He said.

"You deserved it. And the rest?" I asked.

"Do you think for one minute that I am going to allow you to date anyone else but me?" He asked.

"Allow me? ALLOW ME? Or you fucking kidding me? You don't allow me to do shit. You have no say in any of my actions." I yelled.

"You are mine Meredith. Whether you admit it or not. You want me, I want you and this will happen. Maybe not now, but soon." He walked right up to me and caressed my cheek. I admit it, I almost melted right then and there. "You fighting me, is just foreplay."

He just had to open his mouth.

"Get out! Get out right now!" I screamed. I shoved at him, forgetting I was holding my towel up. His eyes widened as it fll to the floor.

I quickly rewrapped it around me, blushing. No one had seen my body in years. I kept my eyes down.

"Please. Go." I pleaded.

His fingers reached under my chin and brought my eyes up to his.

"I will leave, but before I do, I want you to know that I don't mean to be crass. I don't mean to be insensitive. I have been this way for twenty years and I am trying to be better, for you. You do bring out the best in me while bringing out my dominant side. I am not used to being jealous. Hell, I didn't even realize that is what I was feeling at first. I just, I thought we were making progress with us and then you went out with Avery and I just, I lost it. I didn't mean to embarrass you and I don't mean to confuse you. I am confused myself with all this and just I like you…a lot and I want to get to know you better. I really do so, if you could just spend some time with me, just me and get to know me, I think that we have a really good shot at making this…something." He took a deep breath and looked at me.

"Did you even breathe during that?" I asked.

He laughed lowly and pushed a hand through his unruly hair.

I felt my teeth bite into my lower lip as I thought. He seemed sincere, but this is the guy who made a bet over me with his friend. If I consented to spend alone time with him it would give me a chance to carry out my revenge, but then again it also increased the chance that I would lose all willpower and screw him senseless, therefore winning the bet. So, what did I do?

I looked at him again. His baby blue's were pleading with me. Ugh. That look was a panty dropper. I would need to look into a steel chastity belt with a double lock to do this.

"Okay, fine. We can do dinner on Tuesday." I agreed.

"Great!" He looked relieved.

He stared at me, while I stared at him.

"Okay, can you go now? I need to get dressed." I told him.

"Not on my account, I hope." He waggled his eyebrows.

I glared pointedly.

"Right, sorry. Going now."

He leaned over to me, his warm breath hovering over my lips and I turned my head, so his soft lips landed on my cheek.

He pulled back, stifling a look of disappointment.

"See you later, Meredith." He said quietly, leaving the room.

I sucked in a deep breath and slid down the wall, putting my head between my legs.

I seriously needed to gird my loins.