Mr.Carter

13

   I woke up the next morning earlier than I expected. During the night, I kept checking on Alex to see if she's ok and to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.... And I wasn't. After I have sex with a woman, I never stay overnight to sleep with the girl, and if I have sex in my house, I usually kick the girl out. This time it is different. Alex is here and I'm here. No one left. We're in this together.

   I could've kicked her out after our second round, but I didn't. I want her in my arms, lying naked next to me. Her hands on my chest and her leg is wrapped around me. She looks so peaceful and beautiful when she's sleeping. Last night had nothing to do with the bet. It was much more than that. I completely forgot about it. I'd never expect her to give in to me, but since she did, it shows that she trust me, not only with her secrets, but with her body. Taking care of it like a real man should.

   A sense of guilt runs through my body as I look at her face. I have to call Eli to cancel the bet. I'll just tell him that I wasn't able to get the thing I've been fishing for. I know I won fair and square, but taking that money will hurt me. I want to tell Alex, but at the same time, it should be kept as a secret. If she doesn't know, it wouldn't hurt her. She's going through enough already, so why would I want to add more to the package.

   "How long have you been awake?" She yawns while looking at me.

   "For a while now." Couldn't sleep. My thoughts wouldn't let me.

   Oh man, she's such a innocent girl and for a guy like me to ruin my first real relationship with my first love is pretty stupid of me.

   "Want some breakfast?" She asks sitting up, covering her body with the blanket.

   I smile, "Sure."

   "Coming right up." She slowly gets up from the bed and falls. I reach over to her side and look down at her.

   "Lost your ability to walk?"

   "I can't feel my legs." She giggles.

   "Whose fault is that?" I ask laughing.

"Uhh... Yours."

   "Well the marks on my back didn't appear there on their own." I get off the bed to help her up.

   "Since I cannot walk, you're stuck with cereal."

   "So it's like that?"

   She laughs, "Yessir." She puts her hand on her thighs and rubs them. "How long will this last?"

   "I don't know. Probably a month." I joke.

Her jaw drops. "Don't play with me Damien! " She hits me playfully.

I wink. "I'll go whip you something to eat." I kiss her forehead and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I throw on some gym shorts and a gray V-neck along with my slides. I decided to make what I can. I'm not not a great cook, but I'm willing to try.

   Bacon, pancakes, eggs and toast. I should've went to Ihop to make things easier. I had to read the directions on the back just to learn to pour already made pancakes onto the pan. Making bacon was pretty easy, but the eggs wasn't. It required so many spices. Well, the way I liked them did. I need a maid.

   I carry our breakfast to my room. She is sitting amongst the head bored, flipping through channels.

   "You know the news are talking about you and your expectations for next season." She says, changing it back to ESPN.

   "What have they been saying?" I ask, laying the trey on her lap and sit next to her.

   "I don't know. Stuff about interceptions and fumbles. Oh & how you're going to bring them to the playoffs again." She smiles happily like she understands what they're saying.