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The next morning unfolded in a bit of a haze, as the house lay still, wrapped in silence. Trinity, who had been peacefully asleep started to stir slightly—her body relaxed, and a soft smile painted her lips.
That's when memories of the night before instantly swirled in her mind—passionate, intoxicating, and nasty.
Her body felt sore, especially between her thighs, still tender from the night with Dayvon—a soreness that felt like a sweet reminder of the intimacy they had shared.
As Trinity's eyes then slowly opened, she turned over, expecting to nuzzle into Von's arms. But when her gaze met the face of her husband, a sinking feeling swept through her.
The smile that had graced her lips only moments earlier disappeared, replaced by a mix of confusion and disappointment as Meech lay beside her, sleeping soundly, his arm draped casually over her waist as if everything was okay.
His breathing was steady, unaffected by her shifting in bed.
It was clear that Von had left quietly and quickly knowing that Meech would've been back soon. Yet, he hadn't left without doing what he could to make sure Tink was taken care of. Trinity noticed that the stickiness from their mixed essences had been cleaned up, her body no longer sticky with sweat and other remnants of their intense night.
She was no longer naked either; instead, she wore an oversized shirt and a pair of clean underwear, meaning that Von had taken the time to make sure she was comfortable before he left.
Dayvon had also even cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, making sure there was no trace of what had happened between them.
Exhaling a small sigh, Trinity leisurely shifted onto her back, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as the weight of Meech's arm on her waist felt suffocating. Tears threatened to spill for literally no apparent reason, but she forced them back.
It was like reality had hit her at that moment. She had slept with her husband's friend, right in their bed too, and loved every second of it. It was definitely no going back now. And then that's when she remembered—Dayvon had finished inside her last night, causing panic to surge through her veins.
"What...the hell was I thinking" Tink slipped out of bed with widened eyes, her movements careful yet fast as she made her way to the dresser, her mind racing with the need to get to CVS for a Plan B as quickly as possible.
Tink couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she had actually let Von cum inside her. It seemed so crazy to her, especially considering that her own husband never finished inside her, at least not willingly. And it left her feeling utterly ashamed.
She couldn't help but scold herself for her actions, questioning how she could have been so reckless. Sleeping with someone she barely knew, and not even bothering to mention protection—it was beyond irresponsible. Now, she couldn't shake the nagging worry that Dayvon might assume this was a regular occurrence for her, just another night of cheating on Meech.
