Darling

Waking up, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I glanced beside me and realized Spade had left. I had stayed the night because I had gotten ahold of my father's whiskey. I've been through hell the past week and simply needed a break. Right now, I need a break from this pounding headache.

I rolled out of bed with a grunt and fixed my oversized hoodie. The previous night, I didn't plan to go out so I didn't wear anything underneath. It's more comfortable that way, especially when you're drunk. I've noticed I will sleep with only a hoodie when I'm stressed.

Walking towards the door, I opened it and stepped out into the hallway. It was dark and cool against my skin. I felt goosebumps appear on my skin. I continued to the kitchen and found a note on the counter.

"I made you breakfast. Eat it. I don't want you to skip breakfast for what I have planned later," the note stated.

"I didn't want breakfast," I grumbled.

Opening the fridge, I glance at what Spade made me. It appeared to be blueberry pancakes. I see strawberries and homemade syrup. My stomach growled at the thought of eating this. I guess I will eat breakfast. I grab the pancakes out and heat them. I see another note beside the microwave.

"Take two. They will help with the hangover," the note stated.

Rolling my eyes, I grab the pill bottle and put two pills in my hand. I wait for my food to finish heating before popping them in my mouth. They didn't taste the best, but hopefully, it will do the trick. When I finished, the headache seemed to have gone away.

"I need to figure out where she got you from," I state to myself, holding the pill bottle.

I put the bottle down and walk into the living room. Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV. I found a movie to watch and got through the first half before I fell asleep. I didn't wake until I felt a gentle hand brushing the hair out of my face. My eyes flutter open and I see Spade sitting beside me, admiring my face. Sitting up, I don't bother to fix my hoodie and half smile at her.

"Good afternoon, darling. How was your nap?" she asked, playing with my orange, curly hair.

"Good. Wait, afternoon? What time is it?" I questioned, my voice raspy.

"It's almost 1. Did you not eat lunch?" she questioned.

"No. I'm not hungry anyways," I answered.

"Let's get you some food, darling," she stated, standing up.

"I'm not hungry though," I muttered.

She sighed and picked me up. I protested, stating I'm not wearing anything underneath and to be careful. She stopped walking and looked at me. Her gaze did things to me. Things that made me horny. Not good things at the moment.

"What's the problem? Don't want me feeling how wet you are? Too late, darling," she smirked.

I gasped in disbelief and looked away, flustered. She continued into the kitchen and placed me down on the counter. It was cold against my ass. I went to hop down, but Spade moved her body in front of me. I looked into her eyes, curious as to what she was doing.

"What are you doing? Let me down," I stated.

"I like seeing you on my counter. Plus, if I stand between your legs, I'll have a clear view of you," she sneered.

My eyes widened and I pulled my hoodie down more in the front, but by doing so, I revealed my ass. I let my ass be shown since Spade couldn't see behind me. I think I was wrong though because she smirked more. She could only see the side, right? Right?

I watched as Spade cooked. It looked good, but I didn't feel like eating. I looked down at my feet and swung them back and forth like a kid. Suddenly, I heard someone snickering. I looked up and saw Spade was watching me, smiling.