No Sir.

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"Mad. I'm telling you I was in the kitchen and he started coming on to me!" I roll my eyes. Maddie is just not even trying to listen.

"Lyn I'm really trying to wrap my head around it. It's not like I don't trust you I-"

"I get you had the time of your life in a club bathroom Mad but he might just be like that babes? He's a toned, tan, tall... all the t's actually!" Oh Jess. I dont know if now is the time to play with Mad.

"Anywayyy. I told you I'm not messing around with Rei. It was just the one time thing. I just thought I'd tell you about since I was already going through all my shit from yesterday!"

"Yeah Mad! Some creepy possibly real dude out in the right like 20 feet from an actual lightning strike seems more pressing" Jess I'm going to kill you.

"I swear to god bitch! He looked real! I could only see him for a second because of the lightning but he was there!"

"I know you want to brag about your steamy fuck sesh but girl you don't need to add all this other fake crap in too!"

"I hate you so much. UGH!"

"Love you too babes" I hear Jess make a kissing noise into the microphone.

"I'll talk to you guys later." I hang up the phone without waiting for a response tossing it to the other side of the couch. I need to distract myself with something so I hobble my sore ass over to the laundry bag by the door.

Michael really knows his way around a woman but god I haven't done anything since my trip to Italy in high school. He might as well have factory reset me last night.

I drag the bag over to my bedroom so I can start stuffing the clothes into my drawers, not having the motivation to fold everything. When I pull the bag open everything is nestled together, folded beautifully.

There's no way Michael had the time for this shit? There's like 3 weeks of clothes in here?

I try my best to keep everything neat and put away all the clothes in my dresser. Instead of the two hour distraction I was hoping for I got 15 minutes.

I get clothes out for the day remembering I never even went to get groceries yesterday. I strip off my sex scented shirt tossing it into the laundry bin. Grabbing up the pants Michael had tossed on the floor last night I toss them in too.

I head into the bathroom to refresh myself. I turn the shower on and look into the mirror while brushing out the tangles in my hair. I have a matching set of hand shaped bruises around my hips. A smattering of small hickies pepper my thighs.

My phone starts to buzz on the counter and I flip it over to see a message from an unknown number. I get a brief pang of concern until I realize I never saved Michael's contact. I put it in my phone as Mr. Sir with a giggle.

"Good morning Lyn how'd you sleep?"

"Like a rock :) wby"

He doesn't respond so I hop into the shower trying to get the smell of sweaty sex off my skin. Halfway through my scrub I wail and arch my back away from the ice cold water. "FUCK THIS APARTMENT!"

Bracing for impact I dip in and out of the water to at least get all the soap off. Good enough. I hop out and dry off.

Running the towel through my hair, I hear another buzz of my phone.

"Can we chat?"

Oh god. What even could Michael want now? Did he want to apologize for yelling at me yesterday? Yell at me some more for talking to his brother? What on earth could it be?