I sat up slowly and I felt my muscles tense in response. They were desperately begging me to lie back down but I couldn't. It was the day of my best friend's wedding and I had to be there. Apparently it's crucial for someone that's known the groom for seven years to attend.
The silk sheet fell to my lower half letting my exposed chest feel a slight breeze. I heard a small moan and turned to find the Adonis in my bed mutter a few more words in his sleep before burying his million dollar face in the pillow. I could see the muscles in his back flex and I looked lower slightly upset at the sheet obstructing my view.
This fine looking man was the cause of my soreness today. I can't say I regret it though. It was a good soreness.
Yesterday as soon as the mother of the groom, also known as my second mother, had hung up on me after reminding me to be on time or suffer the consequences of a shaved head to attend the much awaited, I could have waited longer, wedding I had gone to the bar to drink for my longtime crush slash best friend. He was marrying a mad woman. One who was only out for one thing besides sex, his money. She was blonde, stick thin, wore death traps on her feet, and what I would call a classic case of hooker gone wild.
She loathed me and didn't bother to point it out every single time she saw me. How Alex, sweet poor Alex, could even stand to kiss her after she threw up every meal was a mystery to me. The answer all along must have been either really strong mints or mouthwash.
I will never forget the first time I found her hunched over the porcelain bowl of magic in her eyes emptying out all she was worth in the bathroom at a fancy restaurant we had all gone to in celebration of Alex's birthday.
For a moment I was concerned and our past rivalry forgotten. I rushed to her side and held back her hair. She only flung her hand at my face pushing me away successfully losing one of her fake hot pink nails in my wavy brown hair. When she was done I had asked if she was alright. She ignored me and brushed her teeth leaving with what must have been the last line in the I Look like a Whore movie, "You don't get to look like this just doing nothing."
Let's just say from then on my dislike of her only grew. Back at hand though, while I was drinking away Alex's troubles for him I had met Charlie, the fine body currently occupying my bed; he had enticed me and promised a night I would never forget. When the offer was that good and I had a few shots in my system in case Charlie couldn't back up what he said we headed to my apartment conveniently located three blocks away from the bar.
From there we proceeded to rip each other's clothes off in a desperate attempt to make skin to skin contact, our primal sides making an appearance. I teased and pleased and in return Charlie doubled what I gave him, keeping true to his promise. We had been up all night going from slow to fast and gentle to rough. Charlie most definitely made my night. Hell this was going to make my week and hopefully keep me strong through the wedding.
I threw the blanket off me and stepped into the warm spray of my shower. I wet my hair and tilted my face wanting to feel clean all over, especially if I was going to grab cooties from the hooker I would have to tolerate for the next couple of hours.
Then I felt a pair of muscled arms wrap around my small frame and lips that left a hot trail down my throat. "Charlie," was the only thing I said before we repeated yesterday all over again.
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An hour later I came out of my walk-in closet in a cream sleeveless dress that ended above my knees with a thin black belt that cinched at the waist and black heels. I left my hair down to dry sure that it would be wavy in no time and pushed it to one side.
Charlie dressed in the tux he wore yesterday. The tux that emphasized each one of those mouthwatering muscles, hinted at his well-endowed package, and drew attention to his strong thighs that flexed many times while we were intimate.
