Two-Timing

CHAPTER FOUR

I slowly awoke from my deep sleep, I stretched my body, from my fingertips to my toes, then I slowly rolled around. This cannot be real. My eyes landed on the most exotic man who had ever crossed my way; he was sound asleep, his bare muscular chest lightly heaving up and down, it looked so smooth, I was almost compelled to nestle up to him. He snored lightly.

He had thick, bushy brows and the longest eyelashes I had ever seen, a slender, almost European looking nose, and full pink heart shaped lips. His hair was short, thick and deeply waved, with a perfect line up and his skin was a deep reddish tone, almost that of a Native American. I wonder what race this man was. Actually, I wondered who this man was.

I turned my back to him again and then I began to sit up. Where are my clothes? What happened last night? Where is Deena? I need to get up out of here. A million thoughts went through my head in a split second. As I placed my feet onto the ground, the plush cream colored carpet greeted my feet. For the first time since waking up I took in my surroundings. The room I was in had far too many personal touches to be a hotel room.

African American artwork adorned the walls, the plush carpet covered the entire room, a flat screen was suspended on the wall directly in front of the bed and the book shelf on the opposite side held not only a vast selection of novels, but a few photos as well...photos of children, photos of a family, photos of this man and a plain looking woman...who was wearing a ring...and he was wearing a ring too.

I gasped, I had just slept with a married man. Or had I slept with him?

I shook my head, racking my brain for any recollection of last night. Bad idea, I suddenly felt nauseous. What was wrong with me? This was definitely not an average hangover.

I tip toed to the door and tried to open it quietly. The door creaked and I slowly turned towards the bed again, just as the man began to stir. He stretched then sat up. He looked at me and then smiled mischievously, 

"Good morning beautiful. Are you trying to run out on me already Roxy?" He chuckled.

I gave him a quizzical look and then said,

"Good morning, um, I'm kind of confused...what exactly happened last night? And why do I feel so horrible? Did I truly drink that much?"

He looked at me, almost sympathetically,  "Let's have some breakfast and we'll discuss last night. You need food and plenty of fluids in your system." He rose from the bed,  wearing briefs and walked towards his closet. I couldn't help but to stare at his muscular backside. He opended his closet and removed a wife beater, sweat pants and socks and tossed them at me, then slipped into a pair of sweats himself.

"Feel free to shower, the bathroom is right on the left. Towels are in the closet. I'll start on breakfast." He said easily as he strolled past me.

I felt uneasy. Why is he so comfortable with me? Where is his wife?  I stepped out into the hallway and saw that the plush carpet ran throughout his whole home. I stepped into the bathroom and gasped, the white marbel was impressive. I turned and locked the door, then I further inspected the bathroom. The double sinks were right by the door with vintage mirrors hanging above them. There was a jacuzzi tub, a bidet, and a toilet on one side and the shower was at the far end of the bathroom by a high window. The shower was huge, with a large shower head above and multiple shower heads on the sides. I turned on the water and walked to the closet, I grabbed a towel and a washcloth. I set the towel down within reach and stepped into the shower. The water engulfing me felt fabulous, as though I was washing whatever sins I had committed last night away. Had I even committed sins? How would I tell King about this? We were already so rocky,  I had no desire to cause a rock slide that I'd ultimately get crushed beneath . I began over thinking and grew dizzy, I stepped out of the steamy shower and wiped the condensation from one of the mirrors. I look like shit.