The Club: Rising Up ✔- Completed (Old Version)

Regret

I felt something wrap around my waist. I snuggled against it. It was warm and inviting. I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep. I noticed that I wasn't in my room. Suddenly everything came rushing back. His lips. His hands on my body. My moans and screams. It all flooded my memory.

I slowly turned my body so that I wouldn't wake Mark up. I began to stare at his face. The way his lips curved into his cheeks. They were so plump and pink. I just wanted to kiss them again. The way his eyes creased into his face. The memory of his grey green orb staring back at me as he went down on me. His hair was curled up on his head. Probably from the shower he took. I wanted to run my hands through it again. I rolled my eyes at my thought. I slowly turned my head towards his nightstand. I remembered seeing a clock there. I looked over and saw that it was 6:46am. I sighed lowly.

I had to get up and out of here. I slowly pulled the covers back off my body. I felt the cold air hit my body. I looked and saw I was naked. I cursed under my breath. I should've put something on last night. Now I gotta look for my clothes. I spinner around the room looking for them. I tip toed around the bed to his side. I saw that my shirt was beneath his hand which was hanging off the bed. I bent down to my knees and latched the shirt between my fingers. I slowly dragged it from under his hand. I smiled at my ninja skills. I got back up and walked around the room again. I grabbed my pants that was hiding my bra and slipped them on. I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I looked and saw that I had no messages. I thanked the heavens as I put on my shirt. I wanted to do my praise dance but I had to get out of here.

I got to his bedroom door and looked over his body once more. I smiled and the tingling sensation of last night arrived at my core. I turned my head and never looked back. I found a piece of paper lying around and pen. On the note I wrote: Thanks for everything. :) love - Des.

I posted it on his refrigerator and left out the door. As I walked down the hall I heard doors click.

I ran towards the elevator. I pressed the button frantically. I didn't want to get caught. I sighed in relief as I stepped into the elevator doors. I pressed one and leaned against the elevator walls. I watched as the numbers went down. I touched my lips as I thought of his again. I pinched it as I thought of him biting it. A bit of pain and pleasure met at clit. A ding sounded and I released my lip. I stepped out ands went to go wave down a cab.

After waiting a good five minutes I got a cab. I told the driver my address and drove to the destination. I needed a cover just in case Bayden woke up when I entered the door. So I ran over to the corner store and asked for to bacon/w cheese sandwiches. As I waited I caught a glimpse of the new "Gold" magazine. I looked and saw that I was on the front cover. I screamed and everyone looked at me. I ignored them and paid for everything including the magazine.

Speed walking to my apartment I read the magazine. The reviews on my photos were great. The people were calling me the "new face of the model industry". Unlocking my door, I looked and listened for Baydens movements. It was all silent. I put my stuff down and entered my bedroom. Bayden was still layed out. I shook my head.

"Bayden" I yelled. He didn't budge.
"Bayden" I said shaking him. Still no movement. I sighed and went into the bathroom and got a pale of ice cold water. I carried the pale into my bedroom and sighed.
"Bayden honey wake up" I yelled for the last time. "Well you asked for it" I said as I through the water on to him. He instantly popped up. He looked around the room and his sight set on me.

"What the fuck Eva?" He said wiping the water off his face.
I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the pills. I through them at him.
"Get up" I walked out the room. As I left I heard him mumble "fuck".

This was kinda good for me in a sense. I didn't get caught. But it was terrible for him cause he might go back to his old ways.

I sat at the counter unwrapping my sandwich. I picked up the magazine as a groggy Bayden walked in. He sat across from me and stared at me while I took a bite of my sandwich. I just let him stare. I chewed nice and slow. I flipped to my section in the magazine and read what the editor had said about me. It said :