Chapter 2|| Don't Think They Know

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I woke up to the sun shining in my face. I squinted my eyes to block out the sun light. I felt something shifted on me. I looked down to see a brown skin girl laid on my chest. Her black hair spread all across my chest. I brushed her hair outta her face and ran my index finger across her arched eyebrow softly. Remembering it's Azariah.

The events from last night hit me hard. I can't believe I cheated on Peyton. But a little part of me didn't feel sorry. I lifted Azariah off me laying her down in bed. I pulled the covers off me seeing I was naked. As soon as I stood up a major headache hit my head. I stumbled to the bathroom. I lifted up the toilet seat pulling out my member and peeing. After I peed I washed my hands. Drying my hands off I looked in the mirror at myself. I ran my hands over my low cut. I rubbed the cold out my eyes. I opened up the cabinet taking out the Colgate toothpaste. I soon brushed my teeth and then walked out the bathroom. Getting my shower stuff ready. Walking to the shower turning on the water letting the hot water hit my skin. I grabbed my washcloth and soap. I washed up quickly. Then I let the water washed off the soap. I stepped out the shower with my towel wrapped around my waist.

Watching Azariah snore in her sleep before turning on her side I couldn't help but smile for some reason. Unwrapping the towel from my waist and threw on my Calvin Klein boxer along with my Polo sweatpants. Before walking downstairs I grabbed a new toothbrush, washcloth, Advil, towel, and a shirt just in case Azariah needed it. I went downstairs to cook Azariah and I some breakfast.

Azariah POV-

I felt something brightly shining on my face. Opening my eyes to see it was the sun. I was currently laying on my side until I sat up. I felt a throbbing feeling between my legs. Running my hand through my tangled hair. I looked at the clock by the bed, 11:58 the clock read. Shit, I quickly shot out of bed. Scurrying around for my dress and heels. Only for me to find absolutely nothing. I put my hand to my temple and breathed out. I saw a pile of hygiene stuff probably for me. I grabbed them entering the huge bathroom.

I sat on the toilet peeing with my hands on my face thinking about the events from last night. All I know is I went to a club with my Best friend Syanne, and we were having a good time until she left with a guy. I then got bored and went to get a drink and then I bumped into this guy. We soon talked and whatever and hit it off. All I remember is drinking then coming home with him. I sat up and wiped myself before flushing the toilet. I started washing my hands when something hit me.

Me and that guy fucked last night. I became paranoid.

Taking a quick shower I hopped out. Brushing my teeth quickly. I grabbed the Advil holding it in my hand as I walked out the bathroom and bedroom. I walked down the hall, eventually down the steps. I was praying like crazy the guy from last night still was here. Following the smell of eggs and bacon, I arrived in the kitchen. To find a tall man with tattoos covered all over his back, neck,arms,and hands. He sang to an old school song as he cooked whatever in the pot. Turning around seeing me waiting for him. He smirked at me before setting the table.

"Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" He asked me nonchalantly.

"Good. Um, listen I can't find my dress nor my heels. Do you know where they are?" I asked him cutting right to the chase.

"Oh, yeah I forgot to tell you I'm washing it. Last night you kinda throw up on yourself. Your clothes should be done in 20 minutes." He said sitting down.

"Um, thanks..." I tried to search my brain for his name.

"Jaycean. My name's Jaycean." He said he made a weird face at me.

"Sorry, I forgot. May I please have something to drink so I can take these pills." I questioned him. Jaycean nodded his head "yes" before getting up and pouring me a glass of Orange Juice. I thanked him when he gave it to me. Things were kinda awkward between us we stared at each other.

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