Chapter 1: Mr. Rich guy

Breakups are hard. It's harder when you were so invested in something you believed was perfect. The laughing, jokes, love was it all a lie. I think to myself as I down a bottle of vodka slamming it onto the table as I finish. "What is wrong with me," I scream as everyone in the bar looks at me in confusion. We were together for years and she decided to go be handsy with some random guy on the street. If I see him I swear. I remember thinking as I raise my hand for another drink, trying to drown myself in some drinks. It quickly blows up in my face when the bartender comes over with a bill instead. "Sir, you're really drunk and disturbing the other customers so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Great another rejection for today, no point in trying to work this out either. I didn't bring much but a jacket and my wallet so I left quickly mumbling to myself on the way out. Since the bartender took my keys I couldn't drive back home so I attempted to walk as I could barely see. Walking on the sidewalks with poor vision was hard but I continued on, stumbling along the path. I gave up on my eyes halfway through my walk out the front door as I grew a bit tired. Next thing I know I was bumping into a nicely dressed man. I couldn't see his face at all but I could see what he was wearing. A nice expensive suit. "Hey kid, are you okay." Pulling myself off his nice shirt and back to my feet I stutter "I'm 22, who's a kid, huh." After that, I completely pass out like the drunken kid I was.

I felt like I was dying from the bad hangover i woke to. Just for a brief second i had forgotten the break-up and was completely focused on the nice house i was in. The bed was so comfy i almost didnt notice the faint movement coming from beside me. I turn my head and it was the rich guy i ran into last night. Shirtless. I turn the attention back to myself and notice i was also shirtless. My mind jumped to the worst and all of a sudden my hangover was gone as i jumped up snatching all the cover to cover up. "What are you doing kid," he yawns waking himself. "Where's my clothes, werido," he laughs and sits up in only his boxers. "Kid if i did anything to you, you wouldn't be standing right now." I freeze as he speaks with his voice as clear and deep trying to get up. "Then- then where are my clothes," he walks over to his massive closet and pulls out a robe. "Here, put this on until your clothes are done washing." I snatch it from him dropping the cover as he hands me the robe smiling. "Creep," my eyes roll before he points me to the nearest shower. "Might want to shower first you know from-," i cut him, running off to the bathroom. "There's an unopened toothbrush under the sink as well feel free to use it," I check and there was indeed a pack of unopened toothbrushes.