The harsh pounding on my temples showed no mercy, as light filtered its way through my eyelids. Groaning, I massaged my head in an attempt to alleviate the pain, but that shit just made it worse. I'll never get used to these hangovers. As bad as I didn't want to, I slowly opened my eyes, letting my vision adjust to my surroundings. I just sat there observing his hotel room, as an instant replay of the events from last night struck my mentality. I sucked a dick, willingly. No kidnapping, no violence, just me falling to my knees and putting a dick in my mouth. I know I was fucked up, but I remember everything. He tried to stop me, but I wanted to. I even swallowed cum. The memory made me gag a little and wonder exactly what the fuck is wrong with me.
Unable to explain my actions to myself, I knew I couldn't face him. I decided the best thing to do was to leave before he saw me. Quietly, I gathered the little bit of items that I had and exited his hotel room and soon found myself propped up against the elevator wall, wondering how did I let things get that far. As soon as the doors separated to reveal the lobby, I pulled my fitted down over my face, in an attempt to hide from any paparazzi and fans. I can't have anybody knowing shit about this. I kept my head down, as I entered the morning's cloudy atmosphere and sat on a bench, waiting for a taxi since I left my damn car at the club. My fingers rapidly tapped my knee caps, as I observed the mild traffic for that yellow vehicle that can get me the fuck out of here.
"So you didn't want to stay for breakfast?" Drake asked, making his presence known. His sudden appearance made me choke up. I cleared my throat before responding, "Nah, I'm good," not daring to take my eyes away from the road. I couldn't even look at him, disgusted with myself. Shit, he's probably disgusted with me, too.
"You know we gotta' talk about-"
"Not here, Toronto." I cut him off, eyes still stuck in place.
"I was going to say eventually, but 'ight man. I'll get at you," his voice held a hint of aggravation, but I brushed it off. I wasn't in a position to argue with a nigga whose dick I just sucked, so I stayed silent.
A bright color caught my attention and I threw my hand up, like I had been taught to do when I moved to Jersey back in two thousand and four. I got up and quickly glanced back to see him still standing there, watching me intently. He also had a fitted pulled over his face, I guess for the same reason I did. I nodded my head and proceeded to the waiting cab.
"Oh, and Breezy?" he called from a distance. I looked around to make sure no one heard him call my name, before staring in his general direction.
"Be careful..." he started off while wiping the bottom of his lip. I nodded again and sat in the cab, before he could finish. I don't see how he could be so calm after what happened last night. My anxiety was about to start rising, and I don't need to be in that state of mind right now. That shit is not good for anyone. I gave the driver directions to the club, and rested my head against the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Drake still staring from over by the bench, but I refused to turn my head.
After a few minutes, my phone vibrated and displayed a text from none other than Toronto.
"I was trying to tell you to wipe that dried up nut off your mouth, smh. Get at me, cause we need to talk."
Immediately, I felt like throwing up. I licked my hand and viciously wiped my face until I was sure it looked like I had a rash on my damn lips. I just focused my attention on the floor board, until we arrived to the destination.
"Keep the change man, thanks," I muttered, shoving a hundred dollar bill in his hand before exiting the cab and hastily walking towards the lot that I parked in the prior night. Surprisingly, they didn't tow my car while I was gone. I pressed the unlock button on the remote and entered the vehicle. I just sat there for a few minutes to regroup myself. A few moments passed, before I felt my phone vibrating again.
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Dark Withdrawals (boyxboy)
FanfictionFalling into an abyss of confusion, anger, pain, sorrow, and regret, Chris is slowly being suffocated by a miserable darkness. Losing his light once with the biggest mistake of his career, he's ready to completely give into the insanity of is mind...