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Onika Maraj January 8
My alarm went off, and I instantly got annoyed. I swear it feels like I never get enough sleep. I worked late at the club last night, trying to get all my hours in before school starts.
Wait-speaking of school. I glanced at my phone and realized I needed to get up. I don't know why, but I always end up lying there, practically making myself late.
I'm going to do better... eventually.
I sat up, stretched, and then froze as I noticed someone lying next to me in bed. Someone was still asleep. Who the hell-?
"Aye... bitch, who are you?" I asked, shaking her shoulder.
She groaned, her face twisted in irritation as she opened her eyes. She was gorgeous, I'll give her that, but I still had no clue who she was.
I really had to stop bringing random people home. I don't even do this often, so I must've been seriously drunk.
Drinking on the job? I have no idea how I haven't been fired yet.
"Why are you yelling?" she asked, wiping her eyes. Her accent was thick, almost musical. Who the hell had I brought home?
"You have to go before my best friend wakes up," I said, standing up and realizing I was completely naked. She looked me up and down, biting her lip. I rolled my eyes. "Girl, get up!"
"Damn, did I not fuck you good enough? Why you got an attitude?" she asked, casually pulling on her clothes.
"I don't even know your name. Just go," I replied, shaking my head.
She sighed and got out of bed, now fully dressed. I could just imagine my mom shaking her head at me if she knew I had a random woman in my bed. She was still adjusting to the whole "me being gay" thing as it was.
"It's Sade," she said, catching my attention as I grabbed my things.
I looked back, shrugged, and replied, "Okay, Sade. Bye."
But as she headed toward the door, I noticed she looked older than me, and my curiosity got the best of me. "Wait... how old are you?"
"Does it matter? We already fucked."
"Uh, yeah, it kinda does."
She smirked. "How old do you think I am?"
"Oh, I don't have time for guessing games. I have to go, so just tell me," I replied, rolling my eyes. Old ass woman wanted me to play games-what is this? Nicki Trivia?
"I'm 32, love. And you?"
I internally gasped. No way did I bring a 32-year-old home. Part of me was intrigued, and the other part was worried about what she'd say when I told her my age.
