It Will Always Be You

Chapter 7~ Blinded By "Love"?

{Nicki}

I woke up the next morning to a heavy arm holding me down. I looked around confusedly for a moment.
It was my house, I just couldn't wrap my head around whose arm it was.

I examined the dark skin forearm draped around me. Tattoo after Tattoo. After looking it over, I knew who
it was.

Meek.

I tried removing his arm, but that only led to a tighter grasp. I sucked in a breath as I continued to try and move him.

"Damn, Meek!" As soon as I said that, I regretted it. A huge pain fell over me. It felt like someone was beating my temples with a sledgehammer. Not to mention my head was swimming.

I heard him mumble some words sleepily as he got comfortable in the crook of my neck again.

His heavy breathing and light snores went directly into my ear, making my head pound and my eyes to scrunch up at the pain. I was in need of Aspirin.

"Ugh.." I groaned as I was trying to get him off of me again. My body and strength was nothing compared to his. That's what makes this so hard.

After a few more attempts, I free fell back into the sheets, letting my body be wrapped in his warmth and welcoming scent.

I guess all the movement cause Meek to wake because his eyes fluttered open and his raspy voice sounded:

"Aye, baby.." He began.

I looked over at him slowly so that I wouldn't move my head too much. The pain was still there.

"Meek... get up." I finally got out as I pushed him away. What was he even doing here?

"No.. let's sleep in." He said with a yawn and snuggled back into me.

"Sleep in? No. Meek, get up!" I raised my voice. Why was this boy playing with me?

"Why you yellin'? C'mon Nic, it's too early for that."

"Then get up and I wouldn't have to." I gave his body one last push and he threw his hands up in surrender and let my body go.

When I was free, I quickly sat up so that he wouldn't try anything else.

"You this cranky every morning?" Meek asked and I rolled my eyes.

I looked at the clock. 10:45 a.m. I had to be at the office at 12 and I was just now waking up, all thanks to my "boss".

"No... but can you stop? You're gonna make me late." I paused and thought to ask why he was here.

"Why are you here anyways? In MY bed?" I asked him.

He turned to me, "You don't remember?"

"Remember? Remember what?" I asked comfused.

"Our night. Last night." Meek answered.

I took a while to think. I do remember him asking to come over, me saying it was okay, the rest was there but it was a mere blur.

"All I remember is-"

"Our 7 rounds."

Rounds?

"Rounds, Meek?"

"1 on the sofa. 5 in bed and our last in the shower."... "I was surprised yo little ass could last that long."

Slowly but surely everything came flooding back to my memory. Meek coming over, the drinks, and then the sex. I wasn't and couldn't lie, it was good. But I couldn't help but feel guilty.