Hey guys, my name is Katie and I'm new in this website. I love to read fanfictions that's why this time I decided to write my own. This is my first fanfic, I just hope you will like it.

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PS: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are some mistakes...

Sydney's POV

"Come on Sydney, it's your 21st birthday, have some fun for once. Relax, you're always so much tense. Tonight you're going to get wasted and maybe even laid. It is finally time to change your virgin status." said Rose laughing, when she ordered more shots of tequila.

God, why did I listen to her? I should have stayed home with my family, at least I wouldn't have find myself in this awkward situation.

I woke up with a dreadful headache, lying on a bed, with a heavy bare arm around my waist. Wait…? How the hell did I find myself in here? I tried to remember what happened but in vain, my mind was too blurred. Besides, I was feeling dizzy and my mouth was dry. I closed my eyes to appease the pain.

Even though I've never had any, I'm pretty sure these were the symptoms of a hangover. Great, all of this thanks to Rose, my best friend and her cousin's Lissa who came with this amazing idea of bringing me to Las Vegas, "the city of sin" in order to "pervert the little saint that I was and celebrate my 21st birthday". Those were their words not mine.

Rose was in a way my complete opposite, both physically and mentally, and I wondered sometimes how we ended up becoming friends. While I was a thin girl with no curves, blue eyes and blond hair, she was the perfect "bimbo" (physically speaking) with long black hair, brown eyes and a body that makes guys drool every time she walked. She was confident, flirtatious and shameless, while I was extremely shy, earnest and felt uncomfortable with myself. However quite by chance, we managed to become friends in junior high school, when we were assigned a group paper.

Feeling a little less vertiginous, I opened my eyes again and cast a glance at myself. Okay...I was lying on a bed practically naked except for the black laced shorty panty that Rose bought me and insisted that I put on, with its matching bra which by the way disappeared mysteriously with the rest of my clothes. Lying by me side was God knows who, with his arm around my waist, his chest on my back and his legs entangled to mine. Don't freak out Sydney, you still have your panties on, maybe nothing too...intimate happened. Or maybe not...because by the heat that came from his body, I could say that the person near me wasn't very dressed either. Please God, tell me that he has at least his panties on too.

Showing bravery, I tried to turn over to see my "bed stranger companion". As I started to squirm, he sighed and tightened his grasp. Great! Oh, and by what I was feeling on my back, it wasn't the only thing that was tightening...at least one of us was happy about this situation. *Reminder to myself: don't forget to kill Rosemarie Hathaway next time you will see her.*

Feeling trapped, I was going to push this arm from my body when a deep, sleepy and hoarse kind of sexy voice said "Good morning Sage, trying to go somewhere?". Don't freak out Sydney...take a deep breath...

No way, how can I not freak out? He called me by my freaking LAST name !

How the hell does he know it? I don't even know his first name.

Oh crap, I'm in a right mess...