Luca's POV:

Feeling someone shift besides me, their hand clung on my bare forearm as they nuzzled closer to me.

Eugh I hated the mornings after.

Peaking 1 eye open carefully, I tried to suppress a laugh as I found that I didn't just have 1 girl by my side, but 2.

So maybe the morning after wasn't always so bad.

Biting down on my lip as I tried to shift from out of my current position, i scrunched up my face as they both wriggled about.

Releasing a sigh of relief as they both drifted back, I hopped off of the bed and tried to stay quiet as I searched around for my boxers.

Looking under the bed, in the pile of clothes, the balcony, the cupboards, everywhere.

And yet, nothing.

Growing impatient, I grabbed my shirt and held it over my junk. All I needed to do was make it to my car and I'd be fine.

My eyes landed on my shoes in the corner of the room, making a scowl replace my current expression.

That girl with the fucking cool tattoo and the low alcohol tolerance.

She looked familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. I'm pretty sure id remember if I screwed someone as annoying as her.

So now I have no shoes and no boxers, perfect.

Creeping to the door, I stopped with my eyebrows furrowed as I heard shouting from the other side.

Putting my ear to the door, I squinted my eyes as I tried to hear what was going on.

"Where the fuck is he!" Some guy yelled, making that ringing sound in my head from my hangover worsen.

"Who? Why are you shouting man?" Another guy spoke groggily.

"Luca fucking Carter, don't tell me he wasn't here last night, cause I heard he was with my girlfriend!" Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I looked over at the 2 girls fast asleep on the king sized bed.

It's always the freaky ones that are taken.

And how the hell did he 'hear' that I was with his girlfriend? It literally happened a couple of hours ago. That shit always fucking annoyed me,it was as if these boyfriends had bionic ears and could hear their girls moans from across the freaking country.

Good for them, shitty for me.

Creaking the door open slightly, I took one look at the hefty guy and pursed my lips. There was no way I'm fighting a guy the size of the Empire State Building, naked.

Even I'm not that idiotic.

One swing in the wrong place and poof, there goes my chances of ever having grandchildren to tell all my cool stories to.

Scanning my eyes over the room for my jeans, I groaned as I remembered I had put them in the bathroom cause that bitch got her vomit on them.

I quickly swiped my car keys from the bed stand and thought about how I could have just accepted the offer from my sister and joined her tea party with her stuffed animals than go out.

Scratching at the stubble on my face, I ran my fingers through my bed hair, and kept it at the back of my head while trying to think of a way to get out of here alive.

My eyes stopped as I looked over at the balcony.

Hmm

Hearing the door burst open, my eyes widened a fraction at the exact same time the 2 girls screamed.

"Luca fucking Carter!" He yelled.

Turning around with one hand still at the back of my head, and the other protecting my manhood with my shirt.

I grimaced at his face that looked like a cross between a cherry tomato and the contents of a sewer. To sum it up to you, calling him ugly would be an understatement.

"That's Mr Luca fucking Carter, to you." I said with a smirk on my lips. My voice was raspy and weak as I laughed at his redding face.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like" the girl with the dark hair cried out.

It's not what it looks like? Is she fucking dumb or is it the alcohol still talking.

Scoffing, I narrowed my eyes at her and ran my tongue over my 2 front teeth.

"You weren't saying that when you were sitting on my face last night" I said as blunt as possible.

Her ashamed face was all the satisfaction I needed.

Hearing the faint grown come from her boyfriend, I decided it was best for me to leave.

As he was about to charge at me, I ran onto the balcony and shut the doors as quick as possible.

Keeping my back on it so he couldn't push it open, the strain in my face was clear. Christ this guy was strong.

Looking around, I panicked on how I'd actually get out of this situation without getting a few broken ribs.

Why am I always getting myself into situations like this?

Seeing the drainpipe as my only option of survival, I took a deep breath before doing some Spider-Man shit and clinging onto the drainpipe like it was Rihanna.

It's not like I'm a stranger to climbing out of bedroom windows, or the crazy boyfriend chasing me down with a car.

This is my weekly routine.

I smiled up at the Phil Mitchell look a like glaring down at me with more venom than a python.

Winking up at him as I reached the ground, I saluted at him before jogging off in the direction of my black Impala.

I didn't miss the suggestive stares from the people around me as I strolled along the sidewalk with only my shirt covering my modesty.

I think I may had accidentally killed an old women just by winking at her.

Reaching my car, I unlocked it and clambered inside before taking off in the direction of my house.

Now all I needed to think of was how I was going to explain this all to my mom.

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