My Photographer (Diggy Simmons)

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"Alexis stop, baby we can't!" I said to her as she straddled my lap.

"Daniel please! I just want to do it already!" She pouted as she went to unbuckle my belt in which she did within a matter of 2 seconds along with unzipping my jeans.

Her hands were fast.

Kissing my lips as she grinded on top of me I was tempted. So tempted that I let her get me to this point to where I was shirtless and the only attire she wore were her underwear and bra. We had had a couple drinks that night just to ease the both of our minds.

My family had things to do back in NewYork so they left, but promised to be back two days before the funeral. Alexis and I got things together for the funeral service. My Dad would be the pastor who speaks at the service and the funeral was in four days.

"Alexis you're drunk, I don't want you while your drunk!" I said lightly shoving her to the side of the bed as I sat up.

Rubbing my fingers through my hair I looked over at her as she sat there with her knees to her chest holding herself. Her face held the saddest look, a look of abandonment.

Standing up, I zipped my jeans back up leaving my buckle to hang there in its place.