I Can Be Your Bad Boy

Prove It *CAUTION: SEXUAL CONTENT*

McKayshla's POV: 

I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a bed all by myself naked. 

I sat up covering my chest with the sheets and looked around the room trying to see whose room I was in. 

I realized I'm in Justin's room.

Okay, good.

I looked over at the clock and it read 2:45 p.m.

Damn. 

Late as fuck.

I breathed out.

That party last night was cray. 

The best party Justin's ever thrown. 

And the sex. 

Oh God don't even get me started on that. 

Justin and I had sex 'til about 7:30 a.m. 

Yesterday was the best thing that's ever happened to me and it went accordingly as planned and nothing was ruined. 

I looked down at my hand and noticed the beautiful ring on my finger that shine so bright it could blind you just looking at it. 

I can't believe Justin gave this to me. 

It's stunning. 

My attention was caught when the bathroom door opened and oh my Jesus. 

Justin came out with a towel wrapped around his torso with water droplets dripping down his chest and it was glistening against the little sun that was poking through the window. 

His hair was wet and messy too. 

He looks like sex if you asked me.

"You like what you see?" he smirked. 

I blushed looking away. 

I heard the drawer open and I'm guessing he put on his boxers. 

I looked over and his boxers were pink. 

I giggled. 

He looked over at me, "What?" 

"You're wearing pink underwear," I said. 

"They're boxers and so what?" he said. 

I laughed. 

He smiled. 

"Can you give me some clothes to put on for a little bit?" I asked. 

He nodded and tossed a big t-shirt and a pair of my underwear at me. 

I quickly put those on and threw the sheets off of me. 

I threw my legs over the bed and stood up. 

Oh hell no. 

My body is so sore. 

Why did Justin have to be so rough last night? 

I whimpered and sat back down. 

"What's wrong?" he walked over to me. 

"Nothing, I'm fine," I dismissed. 

"You're hurting aren't you?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said softly. 

He chuckled, "I still got it." 

I gave him an evil glare. 

"What?" he said innocently. 

"Couldn't you be a little, I don't know," I was moving my hand searching for a word to finish my sentence, "less aggressive"