My head is pounding. I have never been in this much pain before due to me not really being a drinker. I rather just roll a few blunts and face them than pop bottles. Making my way into the bathroom my hand absentmindedly searched the tile white wall for the light switch.
"Eww." I mumbled softly when the light filled the room and I stared at my reflection. My hair is matted, eyes crusty, and makeup smeared. This shit is not okay. Pulling the grey lever to the right water filled the glass shower, and I stripped out the little clothing I had on, and hopped in.
{ 1:15 pm }
Yeah I Said It by Rihanna played through my Beats Pill I had in the kitchen, as I whipped up some breakfast. After my shower, I popped a few pain relief pills, so I was in a way better mood.
"Zeke!" There was silence on my end. His light bright ass must still be sleeping. My manicured hands held onto his plate as I walked to my guest room.
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"Awww." I cooed as I saw him sprawled on the bed asleep with my stuffed bear next to him. Sitting his food down I snapped a quick picture then tucked my phone back in my grey sports bra.
Quietly, I crawled on the bed and straddled his back. My white oversized t-shirt raised a little exposing my grey laced boy shorts. Pressing my soft lips behind his ear, he moved slightly and I covered my mouth to hold in my giggles.
"Zeekeee."
"What man?" He grumbled and used his tatted arm to bring the pillow closer to him.
"Wake up, I made breakfast." One of his beautiful eyes, which were now a hazelish-green, stared at mine.
"You did?" This time I let out my loud laugh.
"Yo, you're fat as hell for that shit. Get up Zeke."
"Aight Brielle, damn." I lifted up off his waist a little as he turned so he was laying on his back. His print pressed against my treasure, and his eyes captivated me. This man was truly a work of art, and right now he was making me feel some type of way.
His plump pink lips formed into a smirk and he shook his head at my sudden arousal.
"Whea' my food at girl?" Although I did make his plate, instead of him even offering to go make it himself made me rethink my kind gesture.
"Downstairs." Swinging my leg from around him, I bounced off the bed and grabbed the plate that was originally his. His heavy footsteps, and baritone voice followed me.
