I woke up the next morning, not in my bed. Trying to recall last nights event. I don't remember anything after dancing on Aiden. Everything after that was a blur. "the dead has risen, damn girl I thought, you would've been still sleeping. In here snoring like a grizzly bear. Boy stop don't do me, how did I end up here anyways is this your place? Brey you don't remember me bringing you into the house, taking a bath with me? us fucking like rabbits, dam I thought a nigga was unforgettable. Wait you mean to tell me we had sex. I started grabbing the covers and covering my body up feeling used and embarrassed, I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that we had sex but I had on clothes, this nigga got me dressed? Not only that I was pissy drunk that I don't remember any of what he just said.
Nawww Brey ha ha ha I'm just fucking with you girl. I brought you to my house because yo ass was full of that liquor, we talked ate and then you fell asleep on the couch and I brought you back to my room. The end nothing happened were friends I would never cross that line with you. I took a pillow and threw it at his head. Aiden you play too much! I yelled at him while laughing. Anyways where's my car? Miss thot, I mean stripper of the year, I mean Brook has it she told me to tell you to call her when you wake up and she'll come scoop you, but I gotta catch this flight to new york to handle some business. Here's a spare key let's link up when I get back lunch or sum on yo ass plus a nigga gon need that key back. Stay up, Brey. Aiden leans over and kisses my cheek and I tell him you to Den! looking at him in the eyes for a reaction Brey don't go there I'm out. Bye Aiden
Aiden leaves out the door and I grabbed my phone and face time Brook. It rings but her ass didn't answer she probably still bood up with somebody. I sent her a text call me when you get up and then I sent my location. I was stilled a little puzzled from last night. I couldn't help but to think something important happened and I hated I couldn't remember. Meanwhile, I get a text from oh boy who stood me up yesterday.
Dre: Good Morning Beautiful ...
I thought long and hard about his text, what I should say. I mean should I leave him on read, or maybe act like it wasn't a big deal that he didn't text me back, but I was still salty so, I left that ass on read, while I waited for Brooke to call me back. I decided to do what all women do snoop. First I went into his closet where there wasn't much to see. I mean other than the fact he had a closet full of shit: sweat, jeans, slacks, and shorts. Those were just the bottoms. He also had a selection of shirts too and everything damn near was designer and brand new. I mean what could he possibly be doing that could have him in designer. I had a feeling he was in the streets but I just wanted him to tell me. I felt my phone vibrating and that annoying facetime ring. I knew it was Brooke because she's the only one I facetime. Not looking at the phone I slide the button over to answer it.
So Ms, Aubrey, I know you got my message, you read it but no reply, Once again this man had caught me off guard. I was looking at his Dave East looking ass just as shocked as the first time we met. Ummmm I wasn't expecting for you to call me let alone facetime me. Well with me expect the unexpected because I'm unpredictable baby. Haha, I start laughing you think you smooth or something? Nope but obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't have said it. Honestly, I thought you would've been sleep after last night. Last night? uh, what do you mean... oh after you never text me right? because you stood me up, am I supposed to be in my feelings? No you're not but actually, I did shoot you a text asking for a raincheck and then my phone went dead, then again I assumed you got it especially since you and I were all over each other last night in the club. I simply stared at the phone looking dumbfounded, I desperately needed to know what we did, so I did what we women always do play along.
Yeah well you know I had a couple of drinks and I typically don't drink, last night I went overboard and I was feeling myself. Yeah, just a little bit. You had me jealous when you were dancing with your boyfriend, but then after what happened in the restroom. I knew he couldn't be. Restroom?... um ok but Aiden that's sort of my best friend or whatever, we just cool. My phone started to beep Brooke was calling. Well, Andre, I have to go, I have another call, but before you go let's hang out tonight. Movies Atlantic Station, I want to see what the hype is about for Black Panther, Black people acting like it's a movement or something. Okay, Ms. Aubrey, I'll get the tickets for 9 see you then.
I hung up and quickly called Brooke back. So who was Mr. Man from last night and don't even try denying it, because I saw when you and fine ass walked out the restrooms after each other. So spill the fucking tea bitch, because my cup needs to be runneth over.
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General FictionAubrey Is a college student who has successfully made it through college. Four months before she graduates she meets Andre But has to keep their relationship on low, due to some other things. In just a few short months she falls in love. Two weeks...