Pedestal

Chapter 15

15 - Out Of Line

Anya's POV

I woke up in a frenzy until I realized where I was.

I let out a breath and looked beside me. Nola wasn't in bed, but I felt unusually comfortable.

I checked underneath the covers and I had on a brand new pair of boxers, and a white T-shirt.

She changed my clothes?! How long was I out?

I feel all clean and comfy.

I checked the time on my phone and it read back 10:57 PM.

Shit! It's late!

I got out of bed but instantly regretted it when a grave amount of soreness hit me at once.

Damn... that shit hurts.

I made my way down her hallway and heard her voice coming from inside her studio.

She must still be on live. I wonder what she's saying... I can't hear anything from out here.

The door came flying open out of nowhere and hit me directly in the face as I yelled, "Ow!!"

"Are you stupid?! What the fuck were you doing standing there!?" Nola scolded me.

I fake-cried as I rubbed my forehead, "I wanted to hear what you was saying... you done?"

"Just finished. Did you just wake up?" She asked. "Damn, you slept a lot."

I nodded as the pain in my head subsided.

I wanna ask her about changing my clothes but that'd be weird... wouldn't it?

"It's time for you to leave." She said, and my heart dropped a couple centimeters.

"Right..." I said, before gaining some courage. "Did you change me while I was sleeping?"

"Oh... about that." She said lowly as she looked away from me for a moment. She faced me again as she yelled, "Of course I did! You were covered in sweat and cum! I couldn't let you mess up my sheets worse than you already did! Now, I gotta wash everything! Hurry up and go home!"

"Got it! I got it!" I yelled as I quickly fetched my clothes. I got dressed and she started physically kicking me out of her house.

"I can't even order a Lyft first!" I protested.

"Bye!" Was the last thing I heard before she slammed the door in my face and I let out a huff.

She can be so fucking mean...

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I was reading the comments from Nola's live last night and a comment caught my attention.

I'm suspecting Nola's got a girlfriend. She use to tell fuck stories but now her stories sound too real like she just got done fucking. She got a girl. And whoever it is, im jealous AF!

I stared at the comment. There were 56 replies, and most of them were attacking the commenter.

Holy shit...

I don't know why but it made me feel special.

Though I'm not necessarily her girlfriend, I'm the only one involved in her personal life.

We'll never be together, but a nigga can dream.

There's usually no affection when we have sex... but last night... I feel like we made progress.

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I'm suspecting Nola's got a girlfriend. She use to tell fuck stories but now her stories sound too real like she just got done fucking. She got a girl. And whoever it is, im jealous AF!

"What the fuck?" I cussed.

"I've stated on every live that I do that I'm not interested in relationships! What the fuck do they think this is!? A romance book!?" I shouted.

I took a deep breath.

They're wrong about the girlfriend part, but they noticed that I have a regular sex partner.

I need to be more careful from now on.

The sexual chemistry between Anya and I is better than I thought it'd be. ...But girlfriend? Her?

I busted out laughing at the thought of it.

That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard!

"Ow, my stomach hurts!" I laughed loudly.

I hope she doesn't take it to the heart. It's never going to happen. Not even in her dreams.

And if she does catch feelings? We're done.

To be continued...
Published - 8/5/19

another quickie.