When morning did arrive…I couldn't remember anything…my eyes fluttered open and my head was pounding from the hangover…
I said, "Shit…no more tequila and margaritas for me again…I don't think I'll ever drink another day in my entire life." I went to pull my body from the bed when I couldn't move I looked down and there were 2 huge tattooed arms around my waist.
I groaned and said, "Dude…who ever you are please leave my apartment…whatever I might have said and done last night, was under the influence of alcohol…and I didn't mean it anyways." A deep southern voice came back with… "You're in my hotel room…not your apartment…and you'd be amazed at the things you did say and do last night."
My eyes snapped open, when I recognized the voice…I tried to claw my way out of the bed…but his grip got tighter…he said, "Damn calm down baby…the sex wasn't that bad…I do seem to remember you enjoying it…" I reared back and elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could…when he groaned and held his stomach…I was finally out of the bed…I yanked the sheet off the bed and covered myself with it…
I said, "You…you nasty tattooed, wrestling sex maniac…you just wasn't gonna be happy until you had another notch on your belt…God what did my friends tell you to get me drunk or did you just think of that on your own…" Mark kicked his feet out as he pulled his jeans on and said, "That's what you think…that I got you drunk to fuck you?"
I stopped looking for my clothes and said, "Isn't that the way it works with every unsuspecting girl whose path you cross? I honestly didn't believe all that bullshit about you having some notorious reputation for being a male whore…but now I'm having my doubts…having been on the receiving end of it. I would have never fucked you of my own feel will…I have a life of my own…I wouldn't need to get busted ass drunk just to fuck some guy I thought was good looking."
Mark said, "Look lady, You might have been drunk but you wanted it just as much as I did…at least you acted like you did…you came in the shower with me and was touching me…and I did the same to you and you enjoyed it…and we fucked on this bed…about 4 times last night…and you never complained once…in fact it was more along the lines of begging me to fuck you harder."
I stood there shocked after I'd retrieved all my clothing and gotten dressed…I said, "You Rotten BASTARD!"
I picked up his steel toed boot from the floor and threw it at him…he ducked and it hit the wall…leaving an imprint…in the wall…when Mark stood back up to his full height, I threw the other boot at him and hit him right in the forehead with his own steel toed boot.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Mark's voice boomed through the hotel as he collapsed onto the bed holding his head…he turned over and was holding his forehead and said, "The bitch hit my with my own steel toed boot."
I jumped on the bed and stood over Mark and said, "Stay away from me…stay away from my sister and my friends…cause if you don't…Next time you'll not only get a boot in your forehead…you'll get one in your ass."
I stepped down off the bed and grabbed my purse and left the hotel…I took a cab back to the ABC parking lot and jumped in my Toyota RAV 4 and went home.
Meanwhile…Mark rolled around and said, "Oh…you're life is about to be turned up side down baby." He pulled his cell phone out and made a few phone calls…