❝Well, love comes after. Adrenaline kicks on your body, fight-or-flight response is triggered. Whether you fight or fly, you do move. So, the rush is where it all starts. It's what makes you budge, what makes you change. Love comes after. The realiz...
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The alarm rings intently on the nightstand beside the king size bed, the bass sound of my phone vibrating against the wooden surface being what awakens me. The annoyingly cheerful melody announces the starting of a brand new thursday as a slight headache slowly reminds me of the events of the night before.
Letting out a deep sigh, I reach for my phone forcibly opening my eyes, managing to turn the alarm off without much struggle as I feel a feminine arm snaking its way around my waist. It's not the same one from the other night, since it's not the same girl. It never is. Nonchalantly, I take hold of her hand and toss it off of me so I can sit up and grab the control placed beside my phone.
At its command, the black-out curtains start lifting up, revealing my bedroom. It's wide, but mostly empty, having sort of a minimalist aesthetic to it. Above the many square feet of beige marble floor are placed only my bed and two night stands on each side of it. I'm not in my place too often, so I don't need much more than that.
I lazily get up from the warm and comfy mattress, the pieces of clothes spread across the floor and the sunlight gradually filling up the room as the curtains go up making me self aware of my naked state. The window is revealed as a fourth wall, allowing me a perfect view of Seoul's awakening downtown.
Although it's not the most conventional type for most people, waking up to see my pants left on the floor it's what I'd call a normal morning in my life. I'm used to it.
"Morning, baby."
I flinch at the soft girlish voice calling for me, turning back from the window sight to meet an enchanting black woman lying on my bed, probably awake due to the sound of the buckle of my belt as I put my black jeans on.
The white blankets timidly cover her chocolate skin from her breasts down as if I haven't seen and drawn my hands all over it just a few hours ago. The strands of the box braids that tie her black hair fall in all directions as she looks at me seductively, pulling her locks behind her ear.
"Baby? Last night it was daddy." I chuckle over the smirk on my lips, oblivious to her amused stare on my muscular upper body as my eyes fall back to the city, its orange and brown shades reminding me we're half way through Autumn.
"Treat me again like last night and I'll be glad to call you daddy." She responded in the sexiest tone she could manage to put out, her dark brown eyes now scanning my face while morning sun brushed my light skin and brown fluffy hair down to my toned chest and abdomen.
Noticing the sparkle of anticipation in her stare, another chuckle escapes from my lips, almost sounding mocky.
