I wake up in the morning and remember last night. My head throbs in pain and I begin to feel sick, I instantly regret drinking so much last night. I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet, acid burning the walls of my throat. I lean against the tub. "Ugh... Why did I drink so much last night?" I ask in a groggy tone, my eyes then widen. "Jimin." I say. The thought of him makes my heart pound, how attractive and kind he is. "And feel free to stop by tomorrow night, I'd be happy to see you again." His voice echoes in my head.

I bite my lip as if he were actually here talking to me, just then my phone rings. I run to my room where it's charging and look at the caller ID, MAT. I can't help but pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer him. I hear rustling on the other side. "Yo." Is all he replies. "Is there a specific reason as to why you're calling me?" I ask, a bit annoyed. It's quiet for a while. "Dude, Izzy... I got so fucked up last night." He says in a deep voice, indicating that he just woke up. I remember when we used to date and his morning voice would make my panties get so wet, and now I feel nothing. Just the throbbing pain in my skull and my throat burning.

"You can say that again and hey, where the hell did you go last night? You left me.. By myself! You were my ride home!" I hear him wince. "Can you not yell? My head hurts, I have a major hangover." I roll my eyes. "You didn't answer me." I say, he lets out a breath on the other side of the line. "Izzy, you're my friend and I'm comfortable telling you that I had sex last night. That's why I left you at the club by yourself." He says.

I roll my eyes since I already knew that, but then again, I'm the one who asked. "Nah Mat, I thought you were down the street baking cookies with the elderly people who don't have teeth." I say sarcastically, I hear him laugh. I ain't even funny, he must really be fucked up if he was just laughing at what I said. "Maybe I should've been." He whispers in response. I then get real quiet and shift my hip out of seriousness. "One night stand or you want a relationship?" I ask.

It's quiet for a bit longer. "Mat if you say one night stand, I'll snip your balls off." I hear him let out another breath. "What Mat, you need a fucken inhaler? Loosing your breath over there? Why can't you just answer me?" I say in a high voice, I'm annoyed. "You're my friend, not my girlfriend, okay?" Ouch. I bite my lip trying not to shout at him because my head is beginning to throb again. I know damn well that I'm not his girlfriend, the fact that he left me at the club without telling me is totally fucked. I would've liked to know so I wouldn't have been looking for him like a fucking idiot.

"And so what if it was a one night stand? You have no say in my life." He says charging back at me, taking me out of my thoughts of what I wish I could say to him. "I know I don't have a say in your life, but you're not that kind of guy." I say calmly trying to make the conversation peaceful again. I hear him let out a rude laugh, and I know that this conversation isn't going to end on good terms or in a lower tone.. it's only going up from here. So I prepare myself to get yelled at by Mat.

"I'm not that kind of guy? Oh!! Because you know what kind of guy I am!!" He lets out another laugh. "You broke things off with me exactly a year ago today. And you think you know what kind of guy I am? For all you know I can be going around sleeping with girls I barely meet, but you're not in my life that way to know such thing. So I think that you need to leave me the fuck alone and mind your own damn business." He says before hanging up.

I wanted to say something like..

"I'm sorry that I don't think about you in a intimate way anymore. I'm just looking out for you as my only friend, because even though we're not together.. I still care about you in a friendly way. In a way that humans should care for other humans. And I may make assumptions about the type of man you are now, but it's because I can't get over the fact that you've changed into every other guy who goes to the club just to get lucky. I'm sorry that I have hope that you will find a girl that's better than me, and she'll be the cure of your poor heart."

Or "I'm sorry I broke your heart and turned you into the man you are today. I know before you met me you weren't all about the sleeping around and leaving, type of guy. This I know very well, because you were mine and I studied you for a year and a month before I broke things off with you.. I apologize for making you a heartless horn dog because I felt like I couldn't give you enough if I simply opened my legs for you. I'm sorry Mat, because I did know the type of man you were, but I broke you."

But I'd never have the courage to say that, never. Even if I were lying on my deathbed... Well.. No, I'd say it then. Or, even if he were lying on his deathbed I'd say it too, but other than that I wouldn't. My heart wouldn't allow it, neither my lips or my ego.

I place my phone back on my nightstand not wanting to look at it. I walk into the bathroom, ready to freshen up and clean the smell of alcohol off my skin. I undress and step into the shower. The warm water consumes my dry skin making my body refresh in an instant. "Izzy.. That's a pretty name for a pretty lady.." Just then I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I shake it away but it still strongly lingers. I then begin to wash my body with the vanilla scented soap all over, gently.

"Sweet cheeks.." His voice echoes in my head, making that feeling come back and I realize that I'm touching myself to the thought of him. I've never done this, if anything Mats touched me this way may times. I guess I've learned a few things from experience. Then I find myself imagining Jimin instead of Mat. With my fingers against my core, imagining his muscular body against mine. His strong hands doing as they please to my skin, I can't help but let out a small moan.

"Come on .. I know you like it sweet cheek. I know my voice makes you wet." His voice then echoes in my head. I bite my lip as I'm almost to my climax. I'm ripped away from my naughty deed when I hear the doorbell ring at my apartment door. I quickly wash away all the soap on my body and the naughty substance in between my legs before I turn off the shower. I dry off my body as fast as I can, I pull on a shirt and shorts with a little laced number, forgetting about a bra.

"Coming!" Maybe one thing I actually won't be able to do. I look through the peephole, I bite my lip and open the door. "Izzy.." He says in a low voice. "What? Here to pester me some more and yell at me again just for caring?" I ask as I close the door a bit. His heavy hand stops me. "No look, I'm sorry, I just-" His expression changes and he's beginning to look at me weird, almost looking at me in a dirty way. I cover my chest with my arm, and brush my hair back with my fingers. My eyebrows knit together, confused as to why he's looking at me this way. A dirty smirk plays on his coral lips.

"You were doing something naughty weren't you?" I bite my bottom lip trying to fight the urge to blush or blurt out something stupid. "Ewe, no! Why would you think that!?" I ask, sounding completely unconvincing and guilty. He smiles bigger. "I know that look on your face." He forces his other hand on the door frame and leans in closer. His piercing blue green eyes staring into mine intensely, examining me.

"That's the face you'd make after I was done touching you in the ways you'd beg for me to." He says lowering his voice and sounding extremely seductive. I try to force a mad expression, as this is kind of turning me on since I didn't hit my climax and I'm still kind of in the mood. "Ooh, unless." He bites his lip. "You didn't get there yet." He looks down my body, causing me to use both my arms to cover my chest. He then looks back up at my eyes. "And I interrupted you, and you're still in the mood right now." He says, a smile appearing in his face again.

Oh wow! Give this guy a damn award for being able to tell when a girl is still horny! Here's a dick shaped coupon to the pancake house, all you can eat! Pff, there's something else he'd like to eat. I push him away fighting the urge to pull him inside and go down on him, but of course with nothing but Jimin on my mind. He chuckles. "Want me to help you out? Since I'm the one that got you in the mood." The heat quickly goes away and I let out a loud laugh, way to kill the mood Mat. Thanks! "Ha!! Go ahead and think that!" I say. His face drops and his eyebrow goes up. "Some other guy?" My heart pounds and the feeling comes back again to the thought.

"And so what!? You're not my boyfriend." I say closing and locking the door. I hear him banging his fist against it. "Hey! Answer me! Who's this guy!?" I smile to myself. "Bye Mat!" I yell as I walk back to my room. And I still hear pounding for a little while until it finally stops and I guess he leaves. I feel super antsy. I'm determined to get this feeling away, without having to do anything naughty. Though I'll probably be sexually frustrated the rest of the day. So I go on my phone, I notice a Instagram notification.

Following request from :
Jimin_got_jams95

I feel the heat grow again. I click on the account, to make sure it's him, and lucky for me, his account is not on private. I look through his posts, being a little stalker. So. Many. Shirtless. Pictures. I allow him to follow me and I gladly follow him back. I continue to check out his page. The heat goes up again, real quick and I feel myself getting hot for him. It gets to an extent that my mouth starts to water at every picture I see of him. I can't take it anymore.

I reach into my night stand and grab my vibrator, I'm determined to get this stupid feeling away and finished what I started in the shower. Why do I have one? Mat had got it for me as a joke, and by joke I mean, it was only for his use on me.. but hey just because we broke up doesn't mean that I'm going to throw it away or something, who's gonna throw away a perfectly good thing? I throw off my shorts and panties, I spread my legs wide and press the little machine against my sensitive nerve.

I gasp and my body shakes to the sudden amount of pleasure I'm giving myself. I look to the side to a picture of Jimin on my phone that lays on my bed and my back arches. My free hand gripping the sheets. "-Ah-." I then begin to pretend that the vibrator is Jimin's fingers and I hear his voice in my ear. "Come on Sweet cheeks, come for me." I throw my head back into my pillows. "-Ah- -Huh-" I cry as my hips roll upwards into the little machine. My legs stiffen and my toes curl, I let out a loud breath as my climax is near.

I look at the picture again and I feel myself become incredibly wet and my walls tighten to their max. I finally climax with a loud moan and with just my luck, the doorbell rings. I smack my mouth and I quickly pull on my shorts and panties. I put my hair up into a bun and stand up from my bed, tossing that unholy thing back where it was. I'm kind of pissed a bit, does he think he can come back here after what he did and said?

I quickly unlock the door and yank it open, not even caring that my tiddies have no support and are probably everywhere. "If you think..!" My eyes widen and my heart stops, I literally feel my heart stop for a split second. My cheeks quickly heat up, he stares at me with his hand on the back of his neck.

"Oh, I have the right apartment, Um. I kind of couldn't, stop thinking..." He stops his thought, I can't even think. Oh God I can't believe I was doing that. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come. It was stupid of me." He turns. "No! Jimin, wait." He stops and looks at me. "I don't mind that your here.." I say with a shaky voice, now using my arms to cover my chest.. or maybe I shouldn't cover it. I'm not really able to say straight words to him, being that I just did something really dirty to myself thinking about him, and he's now right here before me.

Breathing the same air as him at this instant. God, how awkward. A small smile creeps on his lips. "Here, come in. I need to take a quick shower, you can wait for me." I'm able to tell him a complete sentence. "Okay." He smiles sweetly. I let him in and he gladly walks in, he walks in with his hands in his pockets. He looks around a bit and I close the door, my heart is pounding so much. When he's standing in front of the television and couch, he turns to me. "You can sit there and wait for me.. or whatever you want. There's water in the fridge and snacks in the cupboard, you can help yourself."

I say as I walk over to the doorway of my room. "Okay." He grins as he sits down on the couch. I smile at him, "Okay." And I walk into my room and grab decent clothes, and a nice bra. I freshen up again, this time taking an extremely cold shower. And get new underwear, being that the other ones were... Never mind. You get what I mean.

I walk into my small living room, he turns his head and smiles at me. I can't like him just because he makes me feel hot doesn't mean I like him. "I was thinking I could take you out to breakfast, I mean if you haven't already had breakfast or I mean if you don't want to." He says in a shaky voice. I chuckle. "I'd love to." I say with a smile, a huge cute smile finally splits his face. It was a type of smile that made his eyes disappear, and his cheeks looked so squishy.

**

I sip my coffee. "So, how'd you feel this morning?" He asks, hot for you. "I had a huge hangover." I confess, he chuckles, as if expecting me to say that. "Didn't you?" I ask curiously. He purses his bottom lip and shakes his head. "Being that I own a club and work behind the bar, a lot of woman buy me drinks, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me drunk nowadays. Well, certain alcohols, wine still gets me pretty hammered." I nod my head slowly at his response, he smacks his forehead. "Look, I didn't mean.." I shoot my hand up to stop him.

"No, I get it, you're a ladies man. A lot of woman find you attractive." Cause I sure as hell do. He shakes his head and his eyebrows knit together. "Not to surprise you or what not, but most of the women that go to my club to pick up actual guys not bartenders." He says, sipping his coffee. I bite my lip. "But you're still an actual guy." I say. He shrugs. "I guess to other women I'm just the bartender that fixes their drinks." He says taking a bite from his breakfast burrito.

I brush my hair behind my ear. "Well.. You're not that to me." I say. Of course he's not you bimbo. A smile spreads on his face. "So is this like a date or something?" I ask chuckling. What are you!? Stupid!? Hang me by my fucking G-string why don't you, maybe all the blood will rush to my head and I'll think a little better with more blood in my brain. Since he seems to be draining the blood from my head. My best prediction is that my vagina took all the blood because of the happy time I was having earlier. That's a huge possibility.

His face drops into a smirk. "If you want it to be." My heart stops, but I brush it off trying to act cool. "You're the one who invited me, so that's your call." I say. I see him bite his lip as he smiles a bit. "If you allow me, I can show you a real date. This ain't nothing, this is just breakfast." He says. My heart begins to slowly stop and my breath hitches. Bitch. Act cool. I shrug. "I'm okay with that." I say with a small smirk playing on my lips. A huge smile breaks out on his face and he leans forward.

"Fine, tonight come to my club and after I lock up, I'll take you somewhere." He says, and suddenly I realize I'm going on a date with Jimin. The good looking bartender who also owns a club and has no idea I was masturbating to a picture of him. Okay, I shouldn't speak of this in my head. We're at the table for crying out loud. "Okay." I say followed by a smile. He sits back and runs his fingers through his hair as he looks at me. I feel my whole uterus fall out of my body, w-what the hell just happened?

Did I just get pregnant? What the actual fuck. I distract myself by looking down at my food and eating what I have left of it. I feel his gaze as I try to hide my face with my hair, it's so unfair that he makes me feel this way. It makes me wonder what he sees in me, would it possibly be what Mat saw in me? We only met last night and I already have some sort of attraction him.. not only a sexual attraction but a physical attraction. I like his character and who he is in general, and I find it so intriguing that there's still so much more that I have to learn about him.

"So you work in an office?" He starts up another conversation. I look up at him, "Yes." I tell him. "You like sitting in a cubicle and doing stuff.. that.. office people do?" I chuckle and nod, "Oddly enough, yes. It's just been something I've found interesting. And-" I don't continue, and I think that he senses that I'm getting on a topic I don't want to talk about. He grins. "That's nice, you have skills that a person like me wouldn't have." I smile, letting the topic sink in. "I just find it interesting." I shrug.

"So what made you want to pick a club to own?" I ask him. He bites his lip and tilts his head, the corner of his lips curving upward. "Adventure." He says simply. "Not the money?" I ask him. He chuckles and tilts his head, "Comes with it." I stare at him, "What did you do before that? Or did you always own a club?" His face then drops and I realize that we've got onto a topic that now he's not comfortable with talking about. "I'm sorry." I instantly tell him. He smiles and shakes his head, "It's okay." I stare at him, maybe we're not as different as I thought we'd be. I let out a breath and he relaxes and sits back, as if trying to study me.

**

She's different, different than any girl I've met. I've never met a girl like her. Maybe because she has a career, she isn't just some girl that goes to the mall everyday and takes off of daddy's credit card. And plus, she's around my age so.. I feel like we connect more. We're adults and can make our own decisions, I'm understanding of her work and she would be of mine I'm sure. It seems to me that there are only some parts of me that are stuck in my twenties, the past. Unable to forget.

But she seems to have a past too, we all have secrets. She's giving me a vibe that she's nervous around me though, I don't know why. I'm just dying to know more about her, and I think tonight will really let me test the waters. I was telling the truth when I said that I don't flirt with a lot of girls that go to my club. Because I know who they all are, they're just young woman trying to make something out of their sad life. Most, though I know a lot of people who go to clubs actually go to have fun for events and what not.

It was just this strange feeling when she sat down, and it was like she had never been in a club before. I instantly got the impression that she's a busy woman, who has a job and doesn't have time for young adult shit like that. I'm attracted to woman who can carry themselves and that's why I'm so driven to her.

I can see the peach blush on her cheeks as she looks down, I smile. She doesn't do this often..

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