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two

chapter two// monday, march 09

day one

I woke up the next morning, clearly not in my surroundings that I was used to. At first, I was a bit scared, worried that I had gotten too drunk and ended up in the back of some man's truck, but when I turned to my side and saw the sleeping body of Caden, last night's memories came flushing in. I sat up in the bed, my private parts out in the open. "You up already?' stated the voice.

Let me tell you something, if you've never heard the morning voice of a guy before, you're missing out. Especially a guy who's voice already left you weak to the knees. I nodded, stretching out my hands. I was surprised, for I was expecting a raging headache for if I was drunk enough to have sex with somebody I just met, I'd probably be drunk enough for a hangover.

Caden got up, his package standing salute, reminding me of last night. He headed towards the blinds, pulling them open and releasing the sun into the room. It wasn't until then that my hangover really kicked in. My head was throbbing, and the twenty degrees that were added into the room by the sun was definitely not helping. I sighed, wrapping the blanket around my body and grabbing my clothes. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked looking down. I was slightly embarrased, for the only person who I ever let see my body was Jermaine, and now, here I was allowing myself to be touched in ways that I'd never let a man whom I just met hours ago touch me.

Caden chuckled as he threw on some shorts on top of his boxers. "Straight down, first door on your left." He stated. I nodded, following his order as I waltzed towards the bathroom. I winced at the sight of myself. My hair definitely did look as if I just had sex, and the two love bites (one ranging near my cleavage, and one on my neck) were just green lights letting everyone know I had sex. Unfortunately, all my makeup was at home, so there was no way that I could cover it up. I threw on my clothes before heading back out.

I was a bit curious to find out about this wife of his was. For one, she couldn't be that beautiful if he was here, begging me to have sex with him while his wife was gone. I crept into what seemed like the bedroom. It looked a bit foreign to me, considering our love making seemed to had happened in a guest room. The room we were in looked empty, as if no one had inhabited it for a good month or two. However, this one was completely different. Trophies and medals were lined up across the wall, along with pictures of Caden and another female who I automatically looked at as his wife.

Unlike what I had thought before, his wife was highly gorgeous. She was tall, towering at perhaps 5'8, which according to Seventeen magazine, was the perfect model height. She was lightskinned, but not light enough to be considered mixed. In fact, she looked almost foreign, with curly brown hair that reached down to her hips. Needless to say, she was gorgeous. It seemed a bit skeptical for him to be sleeping with me when in a couple of months, he could have a beauty like her laying down with him in his bed.

But he did mention how her arriving days were unpredictable, meaning she could be out modelling for up to eight months. Usually, by then, Caden would be out playing basketball with his team. Their relationship was confusing, but considering that he still wore the ring on his hand, signifyed that they were down to make it work.

If that was true, than why am I here?

I shook the thought out of my head. It wasn't until then that I realized I could grab a scarf from his wife's drawer. I scanned through, immediately picking one and hoping that it would filled with scarfs. To my luck, one or two loose scarfs were in the drawer. None of them went along with my outfit, but it would have to work. Tying it around my bruised infected neck, I walked out of their bedroom and followed the sound of Caden's voice.