Beauty and The Blindfold

Three-The Morning After

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. Throwing one of my pillows at the alarm clock I grunt, it's too fucking early in the morning. My head is throbbing from drinking too much and I just want to sleep it off and hide from the shame of my behavior last night. I'm ashamed I allowed myself to get carried away and let Krew get me off in the middle of the dance floor. Oh, but it felt so good. My lips still tingle from his kiss and my core still aches for more.

My phone rings from across the room but I just don't have the energy to get up and answer it. It's probably just Sasha or Jace, checking on me. Jace and Sam disappeared on us when we got to the club and I didn't see them the rest of the night, or at least I don't think I did. I can't remember much after my intimate moment with Krew. I might have blacked out which tends to happen when I drink too much.

"SHIT!" I hurry to sit up in my bed and sigh in relief when I see my bed void of a certain man and that I'm dressed. I wonder if someone put me to bed because I never would sleep in my clothes. If it was Krew then I need to give him a reward for being a gentleman, a lot of men would have taken advantage of my drunken stupor and had his way with me.

Swinging my feet off the bed I glance at the clock and see a water bottle and two white pills sitting there. "Thank you, God." I open the water and pop the pills in my mouth, then force myself to get out of bed. I need a shower and coffee, yes, in that order. My phone rings again as I make my way to the bathroom but once again I ignore it, I'm not in any condition to talk to anyone at the moment.

During my shower, my thoughts drift to Rodney and I start to compare him to a man I hardly know but can't stop thinking about. Rodney and I met in college, he was pre-law and I interior design. One day I was in the library studying for an upcoming exam when this really cute guy sat down across from me.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Peering up from my textbook I see the finest guy I've ever seen. His eyes reminded me of the smoky quartz gemstone and his smile was one I could get lost in. His skin was gorgeously tan with a black goatee. I thought it strange that a guy this hot would be sitting with a plain Jane like me.

"Nope." I smile back at him.

"I'm Rodney." His voice is silky smooth, like melted chocolate and it sent shivers down my spine.

"Oakland. What are you studying?" His eyes drop to his textbook and he grunts in disgust.

"Econ." I giggle when I see we are studying the same thing.

"When do you have it?" I ask.

"Monday's and Thursday's at ten." It felt like fate had sent him my way.

"That's when I have it ." Another smile lights up his dark features.

"I know, truth is I've seen you in class but have been  scared to approach you."

"Why? Am I scary?" He chuckles.

"Oh, no, it's not that at all. It's just you're so beautiful and I have a habit of making a fool of myself." I blush at his compliment.

"Well, you're here now," I state.

"That I am."

We started dating that day and six months into the relationship we moved in together, then a year later we were married. Life was good while we were both in College, Rodney was such a gentle and considerate lover, he made me happy, or at least I thought he did. Sex was great, it was hot and intense for the first couple of years, but when he got the internship at the law firm he started to change. He was coming home hours later and canceling dates, he stopped touching me and our sex life pretty much didn't exist anymore.