A Killer's Instinct

V. Former Intimacy Dilemma

No one's POV.

Staysha lay on her stomach next to Justin whose leg rested over her own as he was also laying slightly atop of Staysha on his stomach as well, they both were fast asleep, bare skinned under the covers. They had consumed all night pleasuring each other to the fullest, ending up exhausting each other out after numerous rounds. They had awoken hours later when Justin looked over to see Staysha's brown hair spread out around the pillows. He let her sleep for a little while, knowing how tired she must've been and knew she was going to be late for work. While he twirled a strand of her hair amid his fingers; braced on his elbow staring at her bare back, he thought back on this historical weekend with her, how much shit he already put her through, it was already his fault that she was staying him in the first place. He regretted getting intricate with her and proposing to take her home, she was now a fatality in his life, and not only would it cause her trouble, it would cause the gang trouble.

Justin let out a sigh, and his thoughts were interjected when he felt Staysha stir around a little before sitting up. She looked around before her eyes lastly engaged on his, "Good morning." He greeted.

She yawned, "Morning," Then overextended, "What time is it?" She asked.

Justin looked over to the alarm clock he had on the small dresser placed next to his bed, "Ten minutes after nine." He told her.

Her eyes widened for a momentary moment and she grumbled, "Shit. I'm late." She muffled.

"That's what great sex does to you," He jested, but she didn't laugh. "Just call into work, tell them you weren't feeling good and slept in." Justin said. She nodded.

"I'll be right back then, I'm going to go make breakfast," She said getting up and out of the covers.

"Naked?" Justin asked with a cunning smile, still propped on his elbow, relishing the sight she was giving him.

She shrugged, he grabbed his shirt that was lying at the end of the bed before throwing it at her. It had hit her face but she still achieved to catch it before it had dropped.

She placed it on before repossessing her own garments on the floor and heading out the door and down the hall into the elevator and to her room. She had brushed her hair out placing it in a ponytail before grabbing her cell phone off the charger and scrolling for her manager's number before calling it and calling in for work for the day. He said it was no problem since it was only one day out of the whole year she's taken off. She sighed after the fact that she had been stressing about what her boss was going to say or if he was going to yell at her.

She immediately started to head down to the fourth floor when she started hearing a lot of commotion. There was some lady yelling at Justin. Staysha was standing behind Justin, looking muddled at the woman who was yelling at him.

"Who the fuck is that?" She bellowed. Staysha continued looking confused.

"Katherine-" Justin cautioned.

"No who is this? Is this another one of your whores?" Katherine asked pointing towards Staysha. Staysha's eyebrow raised in shock. Katherine started walking towards Staysha.

"I'm sorry but, who are you?" Staysha asked, trying to persist on being as calm as possible.

"I'm his girlfriend!" Katherine called. "Who the fuck do you think you are sleeping around with him?"

Staysha mumbled trying to come up with words to say, "I really honestly... I didn't... He never told me." She tried saying.

Without even having the chance to blink, Katherine had right hooked Staysha, knocking her down. The Justin and Bret quickly retaliated by grabbing Katherine from doing additional harm. Cougar had quickly came to Staysha's side, trying to help her up but had trembled over a little before attaining stability.