11–Joey
With the sun streaming into the room, hitting me square in the face. Istretched, feeling every single nerve in me sing
Holy shit. I had never had a night like I had last night..
I blinked awake, staring at the ceiling, dreading rolling over. Had the alcohol dulled my senses, had I gone home with a
hideous guy?
Finally, I turned my head.. and the bed was empty.
Inhaling deeply, I glanced around the room, trying to find any sign of Kan. He was nowhere to be seen. Even his clothes. were gone, mine folded neatly on the nightstand and I sighed with relief. Not that I didn’t want to see him again, but I thought it would be a bit awkward. I’d never had a one–night stand before and didn’t know the protocol of the next morning.
Sitting up. I grimaced at the dull ache in my pussy. That would take a little time to get used to today. Xan had stretched me, like no one ever had.
Reaching for my clothes, I pulled them to me, dressing my top hall, before moving to my underwear and skirt. A slip of paper was sitting where my clothes had been and I frowned, picking it up.
Rosey.
Thank you for one of the most incredible nights I’ve had in a long time.
I will be back about eleven o’clock, if you would like to have a late breakfast with me
But I understand if you don’t..
If I don’t see you again, let me tell you this
You are beautiful and any man who thinks otherwise is an idiot.
I enjoyed your company immensely and hope you enjoyed mine.
Xan.
Enjoyed was an understatement.
I was absolutely delighted in his company, he’d been amazing.
It was a foolish thought he might have been the best I would ever get, but I knew it was probably the truth. Guys weren’t exactly lining up to be with someone who was outside the weight range of the beauty norms, and they usually hightailed it out of the relationship, once we’d slept together.
Sighing. I turned over the note and picked up the pen which had been left on the nightstand and left a note for him in
return.
Placing the pen back on the nightstand, I picked up my bag and dug into it, finding my lipstick. Smearing some on. I lifted the note and kissed it, leaving an imprint of my lips on it and smiled, placing it with the pen. Turning, I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me and made my way down to the lobby and out into the morning sunshine.
Seeing a cab parked a few buildings up. I ran to it and climbed in. Giving the driver my address, I shumped back in the seat and tried not to think about the night before, because every time I did, my stomach would flutter, and my heart would
race.
My phone pinged in my bag, and 1 dug into its depths and pulled out the device. There were about a dozen messages and Two missed calls. All from Jake.
“Damn it,”
Dialing him, I held my phone to my ear and waited
“Joey! Where are you? Are you okay?”
I could hear concern in Jake’s voice, but then the screech of Phoebe came to the line, and I closed my eyes as I heard the phone become muffled and yelling. Jake came back to the line.
“I’m fine, Jake. I’m on my way home now,
“Where were you? What happened?”
11 Jo
Was I going to tell him after ditching his fiancee, I met the most incredible man who fucked me until I passed out?
Noooooooon. I couldn’t tell him that. He would have had a fit. Telling me how irresponsible I was, and I could have been hurt. He didn’t even like me dating guys, because he worried about my safety.
“I met up with some friends, when I came out of the club to find Phoebe
The line fell silent again. “Went out to find her?”
Oh shit..
“Yeah, I felt bad for the bouncer letting only me in, so I went out pretty much straight away to catch up with her again, so we could go to another club, and she was gone. I saw some other friends and went off with them instead.”
“Oh, she didn’t tell me she’d left.”
Me… Bullshit artist of the year… Check.
“Well, she did. But that’s okay. I hope she had a great time with the girls.”
I could hear muttering on the other end of the line and Jake sighed. “Look, I don’t like that you and Phoebe don’t get along. but can you just try and be civil to each other tomorrow? For me?”
Clenching my jaw. I stared at the back of the driver’s head. “Sure.”
“Good. Look, we’re having lunch with mom and dad today. It feels weird without you here too. Want to come!”
Lunch with Jake’s family? Let them feel sorry for me? Jake’s mom Maria knew I liked her son more than just a friend, and while I knew she loved me like a daughter, she hadn’t been able to look at me in the eye since Jake’s engagement. “Look. I can’t. I want to make sure I’m rested for tomorrow, okay? I will be at the venue at nine, like Phoebe wants. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake.”
He sighed, “Okay. See you tomorrow.”
The line clicked and I all but threw the phone. Shoving it back into my bag. I huffed. The cab pulled into my apartment complex car park and the driver turned to me. “We’re here, Miss.”
“Oh, thank you.” I pulled some money from my purse and smiled at him. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks!” He called out as I exited the cab, and he drove off.
Climbing the steps to the front door, I punched in my code and walked into the lobby. Collecting my mail on the way, I patted the resident cat, Mittens, and made my way up to the third floor and my small apartment.
Letting myself in, I dumped my mail on the hallstand, hanging my bag on the hook by the door and dropped my keys into the small Japanese bowl Maria Kazumi had bought me as a gift from Japan two years earlier.
Walking through the apartment, I threw on the taps in the bathroom and stripped off, looking at myself in the mirror, while the water heated. There were telltale signs I’d had an interesting night. There were purple blotches on my nipples where Xan had suckled them, as I rode him and I squinted at my hips, turning to the side. Were they finger marks?
I frowned, vowing to take it up with him…
“Get a grip, girl. It was one night. You’re never going to see him again.”
I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity and stepped into the shower, hoping I’d be able to wash away having about the following day.
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