I'd like to thank everyone for all your support. As much as you guys enjoy this story I'm glad to have your understanding about my situation.

Long story short I'm no longer in a relationship.

So...yeah...

Tbh I wasn't sure if I could continue writing romance stories because of it but I've learned to cope with it.

So with that said let's get started shall we?

Hungover

Adrien POV

Oh God what the hell had happened last night?

I woke up with the biggest headache I've ever experienced and it hurt like hell. My body ached as well but not like my head did. It felt like my brain was beating against the inside of my skull.

I'm going to need some major Tylenol for this.

Opening my eyes a little I noticed that the ceiling was unfamiliar to me. The room was dark, but due to the sun peeking through the closed curtains there was still enough light to see.

I tried to get up, but came to the realization that something was on top of my chest. My eyes widened as I realized that the something was actually a someone.

And that someone was Marinette.

I nearly choked on my own breath and finally began to analyze the situation.

Judging by the room we were obviously in a hotel. Marinette was still dressed in her clothes from the club meaning we had came straight here. Her shoes were on the floor and I was currently shirtless.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!

I desperately try to search through my memories for the answers. The last thing I remember was drinking with Marinette and then I suddenly became really thirsty. So I had another drink...then another...then another...

Did I really get wasted last night to the point where I can't recall the events that occured from then until now?I never really was much of a drinker, but it would definitely explain why it felt like I was experiencing a really bad hangover.

I heard Mari began to shift and was slowly beginning to awake from her slumber. My heart stops when she opens her eyes, then it speeds triple time when she lifts her head to look at me with those crystal blue eyes.

"...Adrien?" She says tiredly. I gulped wondering if she could hear or perhaps feel the increased rate of my heart beating uncontrollably.

"A...Adrien??" She said my name again, but this time it seemed like the situation finally dawned on her.

She quickly sat up, face turning red most likely matching mine at this point. We sat there staring at each other for what seemed like forever and the silence was beginning to suffocate me.

As much as I want to find out what happened last night, I honestly am a little afraid to find out.

Almost as if she read my mind she asked. "I'm guessing you don't remember anything that happened last night huh?"

"Well...it would be nice if you could refresh my memory a little." I said in a slight chuckle.

There was a glint of disappointment in her eye and she looked a little sad. It quickly went away and she gave me a smile. "You may have went a little overboard with the drinking last night. You were drunk along with Alya so Nino and I thought we should stay here to avoid any suspicions from your father."

I nodded. It made sense, my father would most likely skin me alive if he found out about this, but something bothered me...

"Did...anything else happened last night?" That look in her eyes, she looked as if there was something she wanted me to remember, something that she wasn't going to tell me herself. Maybe if I pushed it...

"Well..." She started, "You did punch my date in the face."

"I did what?!" I gripped my aching head. I do remember Micheal being there, did I really go that far?

Marinette threw me off a little when she started laughing. "Yeah, but don't feel bad. It turns out he wasn't right for me all along."

"What do you mean?"

"That stupid son of a bitch was married this entire time." She said rolling her eyes and had an annoyed glare. "I just can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for his lies the whole time. I really am an idiot."

I started to get a little mad hearing her talk about herself like that and whatever bad feeling I had about hitting Micheal instantly went away. The only thing I regret is being too drunk to remember I had done it.

"You're not an idiot Marinette." I grabbed her hand and she looked back at me. "He's the idiot for thinking he could get away with trying to fool a girl as amazing as you."

She looked down at our hands, keeping away from my gaze for a moment. "So you... really don't remember last night when you and I got in this room?"

As much as I tried to search through my memories nothing came up, but I can tell by her tone that whatever it was that happened here, she wanted me to remember.

"Did... something happen...between us?" I had to ask, I needed to know. Was it possible that in my drunken state I could've poured out my feelings too her...or worse...

Marinette hesitated almost as if she was considering whether or not to tell me the truth. When it looked like she came to a conclusion there was a hard knocking at the door.

"Rise and shine you two!" It was Alya's voice. Marinette got up from the bed and went over to open the door. I quickly grabbed my discarded shirt off the ground and slipped it back on.

When Mari opened the door, Alya greeted her with a smile. "Morning! Is Adrien up too?"

"Yeah we just got up not too long ago." Marinette answered.

"Great, are you guys ready to go? Nino went down to the lobby to check us out of the rooms."

Marinette looked back at me. "Are you feeling okay to walk downstairs?"

"Yeah." I answered. "I just need some Tylenol or something to help with my headache you know?"

"I think there might be some in the shop downstairs." Alya said. "Nino had to get me some, my head was hurting like a bitch."

Marinette and I put our shoes on and followed Alya to the elevator. While we headed down, Alya was looking hard at Mari and shifting her eyes towards me a couple of times.

"What are you looking at?" Marinette had asked her what I was thinking.

"Oh nothing." Alya said with a smirk. "I was just thinking how Nino and I weren't the only ones who had a little fun last night."

I raised an eyebrow at that statement and Marinette asked slightly confused herself. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this fucking hickey on your neck girl." She pointed at the side of Marinette's neck.

Shocked I leaned forward to get a look, it was only for a second before Mari's hand flew up to her neck and she began turning red.

Did I do that??? Was that the thing that happened last night that Marinette was trying to see if I remembered? It had to be me WHO ELSE would it have been? I sure HOPED it hadn't been anyone else!

"I...It's not that!" Marinette said completely flustered. "I just got...bitten by a mosquito..that's all!"

"Mmhmm..then how come you're not saying anything...Adrien!"

"W..What?! Are you saying that I did that?" She was probably right, even though I have no memory of marking Marinette, I can't say for sure that it wasn't me.

The elevator doors opened and Alya walked out with a laugh. "You two are ridiculous."

ooooooooo

Normal POV

Two weeks...

Two weeks since that night at the club and Marinette and Adrien still haven't gone anywhere with there sort of official not completely official relationship.

Marinette knew his secret and she wondered just how far she could push him as Adrien.

She tried every possible trick she could think of, anything that would cause him to slip and reveal his feelings for her or at least let on that he was Chat Noir.

Every now and then she'd "accidentally" brush against him whenever they sat next to each other.

She "fell" on his lap when she was heading over to the couch in his room after they had agreed to have a movie night.

Hell, she had even intentionally left her door unlocked and cracked opened when she asked Adrien to accompany her on an errand downtown. When she took too long Adrien went over to her room to see what was keeping her and he had caught sight of her through the crack with nothing but a towel and her hair was down.

And how did he react?

He quickly shut the door and rushed back to his own room.

She knew that her actions were effecting him to an extent because every night Chat would come to her room more hot and bothered than he was the previous visit, ravishing her more and more each time and she wondered just how much more could he take?

Mari was starting to get inpatient and she wondered if she should just outright tell him that she knew he was Chat, but then that would also mean she'd also reveal being Ladybug and she didn't feel like that was the right way to tell him for some reason.

Besides after everything he's done Marinette felt that she deserves to mess with him a little as long as she knew his secret without knowing hers, but eventually it would have to come to an end.

Marinette stared out the window as she thought about her predicament then an idea came to mind.

She figured it was time to turn the tables in this situation.