So sorry that this took such a long time, but I hope you enjoy the story. I plan on writing more of it. (:
The smell of bacon and sausage was what woke Mac up. He assumed he must have fucked one of them whores good for them to be making him breakfast. He hadn't had anyone cooking for him in a long time. He opened his eyes and realized he was on a grey couch with fancy light blue pillows on it. He hadn't recognized the house; this whore had to be new, probably thought she had a damn chance at tying him down if she cooked for him.
He glanced over at the coffee table, close enough for him to reach, and saw some Tylenol and a glass of water. He must have fucked this bitch real good. He groaned as he pulled himself up in a sitting position, his lower back protesting with every movement. He should've had surgery on it a long time ago, after he fell off that damn cliff. His father disagreed.
"Oh good, you're awake."
Melissa came from the kitchen with two plates balancing on the palms of her hands. She set his breakfast down in front of him, next to the Tylenol, and plopped down beside him. She began to scarf down her food so fast, she barely even noticed him staring at her mouth being invaded by bacon.
"Did we fu… What happened last night?"
He hadn't even remembered coming here, but some memories were making their way back to him. He recalled going over to Jerry's house to pick up some weed and the bastard convinced him to drink; the memories got a bit blurry after that. He remembered stumbling up Melissa's steps and into her house, her damn dog barking at him like it knew his intentions, like the fucker could see into his soul.
He looked away from her to grab the bottle of Tylenol and open it, but glanced at her when she took too long to answer. He swallowed the pills and returned his full attention to her. She was smirking like a damn fifteen year old who just won the penis game in a library.
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?"
He rolled his eyes and picked up a piece of bacon, crammed it in his mouth, and wiped his hands on his pants. This girl was a real piece of work. He glanced at her again and nodded his head; he wouldn't have asked the damn question if he didn't wanna know.
"You passed out on my couch after puking chunks of chicken all over the floor, which I had to clean up. It was a great night, honestly."
He had the decency to pretend to be sorry and mumble a quick apology. Actually, he liked the thought of her cleaning up his mess, maybe he'd keep this girl. He had expected an angry expression on her face when he looked at her, but she was smiling at him.
"So, I ain't fucked ya yet?"
She shook her head and grabbed their now empty plates, stood up, and took them over to dump in the sink for washing later.
Melissa hadn't heard him creeping up behind her, or paid any attention to Morpheus barking his head off, he did that often, but she felt one of his arms wrap around her abdomen and the other arm wrap around her throat. She was in trouble.
"Mac… What are you doing?"