One Night Was All It Took: Season 2 "One Week Was All It Took"

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My head is pounding and I'm fighting to open my eyes. The bright light pouring through the window from the sunny day is forcing me to cover my eyes. The scratchy dryness in my throat creates a slight sting when I cough. I don't think my throat has ever been this dry. It's like sandpaper rubbing against it.

How the hell did I go from the bar manager living my own life and drinking once in a great while to now drinking what seems like every other day?

I hate this feeling inside of my bones. I hate the feeling of death lingering around me while I try to move my body. I hate knowing that if I cough exactly right, I might shit myself due to this hangover blanketing me. This is the reason for giving up drinking completely.

Rolling off the couch, my feet smack flat against the floor. The pounding in my head is causing my eyes to feel like they want to run from my sockets. The urge to vomit and fall back asleep is strong inside of me.

Ugh! I feel like death!

Using the couch as a guide, I slowly head toward the hallway. My hands slide against the wall while guiding me toward the bathroom. I plan to take a piss and slam a bottle of ibuprofen.

The sound of footsteps grabs my attention. Natalia quickly walks past the bathroom, keeping her eyes aimed the opposite of me... ignoring me.

She quickly glances at me, seeing that I am staring at her. She lightly gasps and keeps walking.

I keep sliding against this wall and toward the bathroom, groaning in pain. The sound of the front door opens and closes quickly. What the hell is she doing?

Shaking my head, I quickly slap myself across my face, hoping to snap out of this nasty funk. The mirror reflects the sunshine against the wall as I open the small cabinet to take some pain reliever.

My tongue licks the running faucet water like a dog as I beg and plead for this golden liquid to quench my thirst. I've never felt such relief as the water trickles down my sandpapered throat, relieving me.

Okay, Lacey! Just go talk to her and get this figured out! It's not that bad if she only kissed her.

The anxiety inside of me is creating this feeling as if I was a teenager all over again. Nervous to talk to her. I don't know why, she's the one that fucked up.

Now that I am sober...but not without consequences...things seem calm...or calmer. I'm not even that mad. It was a fucking kiss with an ex that never should have happened, but I'm willing to forgive her.

My somewhat dirty shirt from last night smells good enough to slide on for now. Opening the front door, I step out into the beautiful seventy-five-degree weather, and the comforting warmth blankets me.

"Good morning." I softly exhale, holding my hand over my eyes to block the sun.

She turns around. The visible lines on her forehead and the puffy red eyes tell me she's been crying all night. Over a kiss?

"Good morning." She says in a scratchy-sounding yet regretful tone. "Before you say anything-"

Holding up my hand to interrupt her, I shake my head with a small smile on my face. "Just stop, babe. I'm not happy with what happened, but it's done and over. You're still here... and so am I. Let's just..." I pause with a growing smile on my face. "Just fuck me."

Quickly raising her head with widened eyes, her mouth slightly drops open. She's stuttering and it's cute. She had to of been thinking I wanted to split up or something, but not over a kiss while drunk on Jared's sex juice.

"What?" She finally gets out of her stutters.

"You heard me..." I say with a somewhat shy tone, averting my eyes. "Fuck me."

She swallows a deep and heavy swallow while stepping closer to me. She seems more nervous than she was before. There's this arousing feeling inside of me building as she grows more nervous.

This girl has changed me, causing a new version of me, a version that when I am around her, I need pleasure...frequently. Even in the worst moments, I want her around me...on me...pleasuring me.

"So, my punishment for kissing another girl is for me to seduce you?" She asks, confusion building in her tone.

"No. Your punishment is for me to decide. Right now, I just want sex and according to the expression on your face so do you."

Staring at her mostly naked body, I chew down on my bottom lip, wrapping my hand around her wrist, and guiding her into the house.

It's obvious to me that underneath her robe there is nothing on...at all. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear she purposely did this, hoping I'd take the bait.

As I drag her toward the bedroom, acting in charge and loving every second of it, I'm starting to believe she made herself look sexy.

If she baited me, then I grabbed that hook quickly. Her sexy toned legs and her hips peeking out of her robe have created a hunger in me. She's a little too good at making me hungry for her.

She leans against the bed staring at me with puppy eyes and an innocence that is full of shit, but I'm accepting it. She slowly unties her robe, revealing her entire naked body just like I thought.

"Are you sure?" She softly asks, looking away from me and exposing her neck.

She knows damn well, I want to bite down on her neck, suck it, and grind my body against hers. She's teasing me and trying to act innocent at the same time.

Gently pushing my hands against her chest, I force her to lie down. Her eyes grow wider as she begins to realize I am not going to make love to her, I am going to 'angry fuck' her.

"Shut the fuck up," I say with this radiating excitement and anger mixed. "And fuck me."

I slide each leg on the bed holding her in between them, straddling her as her smile grows. I incline and slide my tongue slowly across her neck and up to her ear.

"You're supposed to be mine and only mine," I say, reaching up and pulling hard on her hair.

It's evident the tug on her hair hurt her a little, but she also has this look of enjoyment on her face. Her sexualized-sounding gasps also tell me she's enjoying it.

Lowering my head, I lightly kiss her starting at her neck and working my way down, one kiss at a time.

My lips softly press against her warm and inviting skin. I circle my tongue around her belly button while continuing to go lower.

Her breaths are rapid and short, causing small spasms in her stomach. It excites me and turns me on watching her sun-kissed stomach flip and spasm the way it is. Her hands gripping the blanket tightly also tell me she's secretly pleading for more.

"I love you," I whisper and slide my tongue lower. "You pissed me off, scared me, and made me feel worthless."

"I know." She softly breathes. "I'm so sorry-"

My teeth sink into her thigh as I bite down, hard, interrupting her. She moans a painful moan.

"Bear! That hurt!" She pleasurably cries and slides her hand through my hair, pulling me up. "But there is a small part of me that liked it."

There is anger inside of me, knowing Claudia could have been doing this to her last night. It's evident by her skin, the smell, and everything about her, they did not have sex. And with how badly she wants me right now, proves it even more.

She bites down on her bottom lip, staring into my eyes with a desire that arouses me. The same look she gives when our sex is fucking amazing.

"I'm sorry for what I did." She says with a soft needing tone. "But that bite hurt. Don't hurt me because you're mad."

"Don't hurt you? You're pleading for me not to hurt you?" I playfully say and slide my tongue closer to her clit. "You kind of hurt me first."

"Okay." She pleads, pushing me off her. "I am sorry."

She sits up, pushing me the rest of the way off her body and rolling me onto the bed. She slides her robe back over her body, quickly tying it. She shakes her head, stands up, and begins walking away from me.

Her pain-filled eyes gaze into mine. "I can't do this if you're going to hurt me. I'm not doing this."