Drunken Accident [boyxboy]

Chapter 29

Song of the chapter: Shakira - Underneath Your Clothes

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I woke up dazedly

from sleep. I looked around, confused about my whereabouts. I was lying alone

on a huge bed, with blindingly white sheets. And to add more to the effect, the

sunlight was shining through the wall length glass windows in the room on my

left. There was a spectacular view of new York from that window. It felt as if

I was sleeping on clouds.

  I looked around

again. The bed I was lying on was a king size, and could probably fit eight

people. The room I was in was black and white, simplistic yet modern. Something

that I really admired. I saw a painting of black and white swirls above a small

table across the table. And on the table, there was one MacBook.

  I saw a door three

doors min the room, two on one corner and the other on the far right. Well... how

was I supposed to get out of here? I got up, still drunk from sleep, two one of

the two doors on the left. I opened it and stepped through. I saw a shower and

a toilet, with a little Jacuzzi in one corner. The whole room was turquoise. So

this had to be an en suite. I shrugged and closed the door.

  I opened the next

door to reveal a narrow but spacious room. My jaw slacked. It was white, and

there were shelves on one wall and an open wardrobe on the other. But what

shocked me the most is the amount of clothes in this room. This walk in closet

looked like a shop. I saw so many shoes, coats, jackets, pants and accessories.

And they all looked very expensive. I'm sure I could pay off the whole of Africa's

college fund just by the clothes alone. I'm sure they all jointly add up to at

least a million. At the very least.

  I walked over to a

dresser table to see dozens of Rolex watches lined up against each other. I

tentatively touched ne, and I felt the cold silver on my skin. I held my hand

there for about a minute, then decide to let go. I couldn't afford to damage

anything in this room.

  I walked to the

clothes on the racks, and saw a huge variety of clothing. Ranging from normal

cotton to Egyptian thread, from Nike to Tom Ford. I saw that in the shoes as

well. I was looking at the coats when I heard a voice behind me.

  "Like what you see?"

I turned around to see Cameron standing there, in all his morning glory. He had