Deceptions of the Heart

Mistake

Roxanne opened her eyes lazily. She started to stir awake. She sat up on the bed as she let out a yawn. The bed sheets slipped off of her torso and exposed her bare chest. Roxanne rubbed her eyes and checked the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her bed. Its was already noon. She started to feel a pain at her lower region and her head buzzing. She groaned softly in pain.

Next to her slept a man. He was no one else than Richard Lawrence. The mafioso started to stir awake once he heard Roxanne's groan of pain. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms before he attempted to sit up on the bed.

The two lovers lazily turned their heads to look at each other not minding the fact that they were completely naked.

"Good morning..." Said Roxanne in a sleepy tone.

"Morning..." Replied Richard in the same sleepy tone. Then they turned their heads to face the wall.

Suddenly the realization hit them. Their eyes widened as they slowly turned their heads to look at each other again. Then they slowly and hesitantly looked under the bed sheets only to see that they're completely nude. Their heads snapped to look at each other for a third time. They both quickly covered themselves in the bed sheets.

There was a moment of awkward silence when Richard broke the ice.

"We... Did it didn't we?"

Roxanne nodded awkwardly her eyes still wide from the shock. Richard spoke again.

"I can't say I didn't enjoy it-" before he could say anything else Roxanne cut him off.

"It was a mistake" she said coldly.

Richard's eyes widened.

"What are you saying?" He asked.

"It was a mistake!" Insisted Roxanne.

Richard thought for a moment before he snapped at the girl.

"What are you saying Roxanne!? Have you lost it!?"

"It was a mistake Richard. We shouldn't have gone too far" the young woman kept saying.

"We were drunk! Of course this would happen-" the male was cut off again.

"We shouldn't! I shouldn't have brought you in my home" Roxanne seemed persistent.

Another moment of silence made it's way between the lovers. Then Richard snapped.

"You were the one who brought me in, you offered me wine and we ended up like this when you knew that when I'm talking about sensitive topics I become an alcoholic!"

"How was I supposed to know that we would end up like this!?" Roxanne snapped back.

"Its obvious damn it! What happens between two drunk people?" Richard tried to justify the situation. "Come on now don't pretend as if you didn't like it. You know it was not just out of the intoxication. It was out of love as well" he said as he tried to reach out for Roxanne.

"Don't touch me!" Snapped the girl.

Richard didn't expect that reaction.

There were two more minutes of silence but this time it was a silence of shock due to Roxanne's reaction. The older male pulled his arms back.

"Get out... Now" ordered Roxanne.

Richard didn't move at first.

"What got you now?" He whispered in disappointment.

"Out. Now" repeated Roxanne in a louder and stern tone.

Richard didn't have any other option. He stood up from the bed and dressed himself. Then he turned to look at his lover.

"I thought things were working well between us" he said with a tone of disappointment and disapproval.

Then he left leaving the young woman alone with her thoughts.

After Richard had left Roxanne stood up from the bed not minding that she still was naked after last night's events. She looked around the room searching for her scattered clothes. Once she found them she didn't bother to wear them again. She decided to go and take a shower.

She entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She turned the handle and warm water flew. She stepped in the shower. The warm water flew all over her skin. With every contact her hands made on her skin to wash her body her mind trailed to the moments of the events of last night. She was reminded how Richard was touching her, how he was kissing her, how he was leaving his bite marks on her, how he whispered against her ear, how he... She snapped out of her thoughts once she realized that she had been for a long time in the shower.

Once she was out of the shower and dressed up again with a simple short white night dress she went to the kitchen in order to find something to eat. Though she didn't have appetite. She abandoned her attempts to find a meal and went to the living room. She grabbed a bottle of hard liquor and a glass. She sat on the couch and that's when she started drinking with the company of her tears.