Not Okay

Love or a game?

"I'm coming home tomorrow morning," Luke told me over the phone.
"Oh peachy, so you can stalk me at work and spout a million questions out at me again."

"Scarlett-"
"Lucas-" I whine and imitate him.
That's when the call ended.
I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone on the bed. The rest of the day after that call I watched some dumb tv show about some murder mystery and cooked.
Around 9 I came to the conclusion that I needed to get out and party. My mind has been buzzing with thoughts of Luke and my guilt level is rising so I have to get it out of my system.

I slip into a tiny black dress with the back cut out almost all the way down to my butt and lace on the front. Then I put on some black pumps and do my makeup. As soon as I was satisfied with my smoky eyes and curled hair, I grab my keys and drove to the closest club.

The bartender there recognized me and poured me my usual alcoholic beverages. He never fails to keep me wasted.

"Excuse me," I feel a tap on my shoulder and spin around to see a man who looks about my age. He has messy, fire-red hair and appeared pretty hot to be honest.
"I'm Michael."
I smirked, downed my drink and replied, "Scarlett."
"We should dance." He leads me out onto the dance floor. Some song I never heard before came on and I decided it was time to take advantage. I began grinding on his crotch and he threw his head back and groaned.
I like this Michael dude.
"Follow me," I pulled him by the collar out to my car. We were both completely intoxicated at this point, but I didn't give a single shit. I sped home and unlocked the door in a hasty manner.

He followed me inside and lifted me up onto the island in my kitchen. Immediately our lips connected and before we knew it we were having a heavy makeout session. It felt amazing too, better than anyone else I've ever made out with. My legs wrapped around his torso and I could feel his erection growing beneath me.
Tilting my head back to moan I managed to direct him towards my bedroom.
Everything was happening so quickly. We drank from the bottles of vodka left on my nightstand, and went all the way to third base quickly. I was in my lace panties and bra without a moments notice. Michael hovered in between my legs. He left hickeys everywhere, from my neck to my waistline.

The night passed too quickly. I shimmied out of my panties and bra and he slammed into me hard and quick without any warning. It ended bittersweet. I suddenly remembered why I loved sex so much. And with that we both fell asleep right as we were, naked and messy.

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The doorbell rang at 10 the next morning. Michael was still asleep in my sheets so I left him. Throwing on my robe I trudged to the door. When I swung it open I was too shocked to even speak.
"Scarlett!" He ran in and lifted me off my feet, celebrating our reunion.
"Luke you have to get out and be quiet!" I pushed him off me.
"Why?"
"Babe what's that noise-" I nearly cried when a half naked Michael came in to be met eye to eye with Luke.

"Scarlett?" Luke backed away slowly, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Go away Luke I warned you about me."

And then he was gone. And I was crying into Michael's bare chest. Because that's just how screwed up my life is.