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( CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE MORNING AFTER ) May, 1990
❝ What idiot looses his boxers at a hotel pool? ❞
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The thin white sheets delicately draped over Devon's bare body as he laid stomach down on the cushiony mattress, a guttural snore grumbling from his dry throat as he snoozed about. Devon was locked in a deep, peaceful sleep, unaware of the world around him as sun rays caressed the silk curtains and pristine windows. His heavy breaths was met with a wispy silence, slowly but surely gaining consciousness as the sharp sound of water slapping the ground managed to pull him out of his entrancing rest. Devon's tightened body restlessly tossed around, his eyes batting open in order to fully wake, even if he so desperately wanted to sleep through the entire day.
However, the minute Devon's brown eyes whacked open, he found himself staring at a crystal chandelier that was dangling from the ceiling. A crystal chandelier? Devon thought, knowing that the last time he checked, him and Jimmy's room had nothing but cheap lamps and faulty light switches. A glistening chandelier was definitely no where to be seen. Lost in his confusion, Devon rolled onto his side, this time spotting a bottle of expensive perfume sitting on the bedside table. A makeup bag and a packet of tampons was sprawled along the wooden table as well, and in that moment Devon knew good and well that this wasn't his room.
The thought made him sit up straight, his hands planted on the mattress and the linen sheet sliding down his torso. His awe-struck gaze observed the spacious room, adorned with abstract paintings and a large balcony that branched over the city of Tokyo. The sound of a running shower made Devon look towards the closed ensuite door, the thick timber wood muffling the noise and causing for the young man's mind to violently tick.
And that's when Devon Emmet remembered last night. The pool, the heat, the passion, it all came back to him in one blinding flash. And oh, it certainly didn't stop there. After the pool, Janet and him stumbled up into her room, making sure to finish what they started as they continued to express their desire several times throughout the night. Thinking back to that night made Devon wear a harsh blush as memories of each and every position, noise and feeling intricately invaded his mind.
He slept with Janet Jackson, that was a sentence he'd never thought he'd ever say in his life. Clearing his throat at the bizarre thought, Devon inched to the side of the bed, his eyes scaling across the wooden floor as he tried to spot his clothes. He saw his jacket and shoes spread along the room, but his underwear and pants were nowhere to be seen. Devon's hands tightly held onto the bedding, making sure it covered his pelvis as he slithered out of the bed and retrieved his pieces clothing.
The male lightly stepped over the pairs of heels strewn along the floor as he looked into cabinets, draws and behind cushions in search of his slacks. He grew particularly impatient and admittedly embarrassed that he was walking around in the nude with no idea of where his clothes were. Man, if housekeeping walks in while I'm walking around naked... the male thought, anxiety starting to choke his throat. However, in the middle of his scavenge, he heard the creak of the bathroom door.
