No More Games

63

"Michael. . .Mike. . ." A voice called.

My eyes fluttered open and I am awakened by a voice calling me in the darkness. It took me a good minute to adjust to my surroundings as I regained consciousness.

Once my eyes were opened and could focus, I sat up on the bed and stretched.

"Mike!" The voice called out again but in a louder whisper. I immediately looked straight towards the door to find Dean's head poking into the room. "Mike, we gotta go!"

I was still sort of confused until I turned to my left and found Alexis sound asleep under the covers next to me.

"Awh, fuck," I facepalmed, realizing that I really had sex with this girl.

I picked up my phone and looked at the time which read 12:47 am along with a whole ton of texts and missed calls. I shook my head, slowly moving the covers from atop of me and getting off the bed so I wouldn't wake her.

As I'm trying to quickly put on my shirt and buckle up my belt, I drop my phone on the floor, causing Alexis to toss and turn a bit.

Looking at her laying on that bed like that, as fine as she was, had me wanting to wake her up and go for another round.

The sex was so good, it knocked us both out. Now she can no longer say a woman gave her the best orgasm cause I had her screaming at the top of her lungs.

Although it was great, I couldn't help but feel that guilt that Dean warned me about.

I grabbed my shoes and quietly walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

"How the hell did you get into the house?" I whispered to Dean.

"The back door was open, sir. I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past thirty minutes." He said as we made our way out of the house.

"I'm glad—"

"Sir, the reason why I came is because everyone has been trying to reach you." He looked at me with visible worry in his eyes. "Did you not see your calls or messages?"

"Why though?" I said, getting into the car. "Why is everyone always trying to reach me all the time? Can I not have some time to my—"

"S-sir, it's not that." Dean stopped my rant. "It's Sasha. I got a call thirty minutes ago that she was rushed to the hospital."

My heart completely sunk to my stomach as an immediate rush of anxiety came barreling over me. "What did you just—What hospital is she at?" My eyes were wide and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, feeling as though my airways were clogging up. I was having a panic attack.

"I'm taking you there right now, sir." Dean put the car on drive and sped off.

I pulled out my phone again but this time, really looking at all my notifications. I had fifty-two missed calls in total and countless other messages.

Lauren (6:02 pm):
You're probably busy and can't pick up

Lauren (6:02 pm):
I was going to ask if you could stop by the house. I have something to give you

Shad (10:05 pm):
Mike we been tryna call you all day. You good?

Shad (10:05 pm):
Call me back

My Lady (11:14 pm):
Michael, I'm not feeling too good

My Lady (11:17 pm):
Why aren't you picking up? Are you ok? If you're still mad about today and just ignoring everyone, just say that and I'll leave you alone.