Take It or Leave It

4. Casual

KIARA

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. My eyes were still closed as I reached my arm over to the nightstand to grab it, but something was in my way. Or rather someone.

Confused, I opened my eyes to find the man who I'd fucked the previous night.

Why is he still here? Don't they usually leave the morning after these things?

I couldn't leave because we were in my house, and I didn't know if he was a thief.

My phone was still ringing, so I climbed out of my side of the bed, grabbed his T-shirt off the floor, and covered my naked body with it. I walked to the nightstand on his side. Somehow, he was still out cold.

Picking up the phone without looking at the contact. I answered in a hurry and walked out of my bedroom and into the living room, sitting on my white couch.

"Hello?" I said, my voice raspy and deeper than normal.

"Who the fuck is this?" The man in the other line asked while laughing.

"You called me. Get to the damn point."

"I didn't call you, I called Andrés and you picked up his phone. So, unless Andrés has a personal assistant that none of us know about, I can guarantee that you're not supposed to be doing this." The man on the other line explained in a condescending tone.

I removed the phone from my ear and read the contact on the screen.

Ongoing call with...
Leo Martinez

Fuck.

I sighed out of annoyance and embarrassment.

"I accidentally picked up his phone thinking it was mine. Sorry. It won't happen again. Bye-bye, now." I said, about to hang up for good and place his phone back on my nightstand and pretend this never happened.

On the other line, Leo ordered me to wait before I hung up.

"What?" I asked, annoyance clear in my tone.

"Okay, lose the 'tude," there was hysterical laughing in the background, indicating that he was not alone, "is this the model from last night? Kiera, I think her name was."

"It's Kiara and she's hanging up now."

I pressed the end call button and turned the phone off. Looking down, I examined his phone. Black with a clear case, exactly like mine.

I got up from the couch and walked back into my bedroom, where Andrés was still cuddled up asleep. I placed the phone back on the nightstand, walked over to the other side of my bed, and get back in.

Just as my butt sank into the mattress, back against the headboard, Andrés woke up. His long lashes fluttered open and he stretched out, waking himself up.

"Good morning," he smiled up at me.

I delivered a faint smile back, "Good morning."

"Where's the restroom?" He asked quietly.

I pointed to the slightly ajar door next to my closet. He rose from bed and I was quickly reminded of the events of the night before because he was stark naked. I wanted to tear my eyes away from his body, but I couldn't. His inky body was covered in lean muscle and it took everything in me not to tell him to come back to bed so we can fuck again.