Chapter 46 CHAPTER 46
ALINA’S POV
List top 5 moments you wished you could teleport somehow.
5 moments where you’ve felt the need, the desire to do so. List it. I bet I’d win in that game. I’d definitely win, cause my life? My life was just one big comedy. Too many moments, embarrasing moments, moments that just make you cringe and want to die as you remember them!
Worse part, they always keep replaying in your head. A way to remind you of how stupid you are. How so stupid you are, Alina. What were you thinking??
What was I thinking doing any of these in the first place? Going to Oxygen, wanting a membership, wanting a man, a man to have sex with, a man to fuc…God!
“What was I thinking?!” I groaned again. Loud. The one billionth time this evening I’m sure, but could you blame me? Anyone would be cringed as I was right now, wouldn’t you?
Not only did I embarrass myself in front of those two people, I did so too in front of my boss, my boss that is also my ex! THE worst ex ever in the history of exes! Fucking bastard Roman!
“I can literally hear his laughter in my ears right now.” I muttered slowly, sliding down. Depressed. Depressed and sex starved out of my mind.
Unlike what you’d imagine, amidst my whole embarrassment, I was still very stimulated. Walking about- no. Running about with no panties on, my ass cheeks clapping against one another, faint wetness sliding down from my core that’d been sucked, dress barely holding on…that does something to you. It definitely does.
All through the ride home I felt exposed all over. Open. And in ways that I had no business being in. Luckily I arrived home within an hour after leaving. After I’d to walk all the way back and past the room and point of embarrassment that is. Getting my ass into the elevator going straight down to Oxygen’s ground floor, avoiding curious Mark’s eyes and then finally heading out.
Thank heavens for free night rides provided by Oxygen, else how would I have gotten home? In that dress. With no panties.
I didn’t even want to imagine.
Anyways, that was the end of the night for me. The very end to such ridiculous plans of meeting a man. Now I was home alone, embarrassed and frustrated, so overly sexually charged, and with more than enough drinks that I could finish in my bar.
“At least I have drinks to keep me company.” I muttered, looking around my dark living room. Lights off. “I can at least drink this night away, forget it ever happened at all. It’ll be the best, really.”
It would.
After all I still had work tomorrow. Still had to face everyone and that bastard who had seen me. What better way to face them all with no recollection of anything at all?
You see where I’m going with this? Drink it is.
And so I pushed myself up, facing my counter again, my dress a stupid piece of fabric now squashed between my waist, belly and overpowering boobs. My ass all the way out, naked, heels scattered everywhere and I didn’t even care.
I wouldn’t remember anything anyway, so therefore, let the drinking begin!
Don’t know how long I lasted for… or how long I spent drowning glass upon glass of sweet cherry wine. Delicious wine, and so very rich! But I did know one thing though. I knew one thing.
And that was noise.
I could not sleep when there was noise. I could not sleep in a noisy environment, noisy backgrounds, music and stuff like that. I’d always been this way and tonight…tonight there was so much noise. So much noise. At first I thought it was in my head. It was all in my head, the drink kicking in or something, but no.
It wasn’t.
It defintely wasn’t, that was how loud it was.
“The hell?” I woke up. Rising off the floors, the cold floors that I’d apparently taken for my bed tonight and would’ve continued to do so had this interruption not come through now. “What’s all this sounds?”
I looked to the ceilings. To the darkness upwards, to the sides, around my kitchen and then my living room. Struggling to locate the exact spot the sounds came from, but it was everywhere. All around me it seemed.
Then I forced myself to get up. My head spinning instantly, surprised gaps leaving my lips but still I steadied. Taking things slow and eventually reaching my living room full. Checking the sound system, my TV, but nothing was turned on. Nothing was emitting the sounds I was hearing, and that was where it got stranger.
I knew the sounds.
My ears recognized the sounds, my brains…I recognized it. And the more I listened carefully, the clearer my mind became. The steadier my feet, the more my brain processed what it was that was happening, and the more I drew patterns. My eyes flying to actual angle where the sound seemed loudest.
Behind my TV set. The wall there.
“Could these be…could this…could this be moans?” I asked myself, disbelief. Confused. “Am I really hearing moans right now? Moans. Through my walls.”
How was that even possible?
Why would i be hearing moans, such loud moans, who the hell was this lady doing this?? Who was doing this to her???
“Here I am drinking away my frustrations, there you are getting some. Really? Like really??”
My drunk self talking now, most definitely but was I wrong though? I’d spent an entire day planning, shopping, and getting ready to just find a man. A man to do to me what was being done to he right now, and I didn’t see anyone. How was any of this fair? How??
“Oh daddy, please don’t stop! Don’t. Don’t!!”
Arghhhhh.
I rolled my eyes right then. Disgusted. Pained.
“I need some water,” I muttered, heading back to my kitchen now. Pushing through the headache already forming in my temples, pouring myself water.
A few gulps, some to wash my face. Wash the tiredness and drink off a little, then, then my brains suddenly started functioning.
“Wait a minute,” I dropped my glass, blinking. Thinking. “These sounds are not from me or my apartment. But are echoing here. So loud. So constant. Meaning only one thing here, someone was having sex.”
Or …watching porn.
Someone was having sex or watching porn! Both of which at a really high volume, but that wasn’t the point.
The main point here was, I could hear. I could hear so clearly.
Meaning whoever this was, was close-by. Really close-by.
A niegbour probably.
Wait.
A neighbour?
An actual neighbour?
But I only had one known neighbour.
“Oh my God.”