'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.'
|18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass.
❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes...
written in a go and not edified, pls point out any mistakes. thankies.
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So soft.
The sheets are so soft. When did I ever start to use silk covers?
I snuggle deeper into the sheets, pulling the pillow closer to my chest. Life's good. I shift on the bed and that's when the scent start to hit me.
Smells like a certain muscular man I know.
I yawn, stretching my stiff limbs waiting for the time my kids would run over and attack me on the bed, making the sheets pull away from my body.
"You should wake up already." a deep voice says from one side of the room so I immediately open my eyes at the realization that I wasn't alone in the room.
When my eyes finally lands on the person in the room with me, my mouth drops open. Standing in front of me is Grey Blackwell, with a coffee mug in his hands and his usually slick back hair ruffled from tousling around on the bed.
I jolt up from the bed, realization dawning on me so I fall back on the bed. I groan covering my body, face included, sighing in relief eh i see that i was fully clothed.
I peek at him, just in time to see the small smile on his face. I clear ny throat, raising a brow at him.
"Did..." The words get stuck in my throat and I avert his gaze. "Did we...?"
"What?" he asks, raising the mug to his mouth, in a weak attempt to cover his smirk.
"You know what I'm asking Mr Blackwell," I roll my eyes and he stands straight.
"If you're asking if we had sex," he placed the mug on the table, setting his full gaze on me. "we didn't."
I sigh again in relief until I hear his next words.
"And you wouldn't even have to ask me."
"What do you mean?" I snap back, covering my body defensively.
"Because you'd feel it," he pushes himself off the wall, grabbing the mug before walking to the door. "everywhere. You'd definatly feel it Annabelle because you'd be empty without me. Come on out for breakfast."
With that, he shuts the door close and my mouth was left hanging open. Oh shit.
I hold my head in pain. I never learn my lessons of never drinking in any parties and this hangover should be enough reason for me to stop.
Pushing the covers away, I sit up on the bed with my feet on the floor. My stomach rumbles and I groan out.
Standing up, my eyes roam the room. It's so....basic and definitely lack any feminine furnishing. The walls were painted in grey and the dressing table with headboard were in white. The silk covers were black and I shake my head at the monotone colors.
