So, Morgan and I kinda fucked and are now laying in bed staring at the ceiling. The sex was great, I'm not gonna lie but something was missing. Passion, love, fucking something.
This was unexpected in my opinion. I was hoping there was going to to be a connection with what we shared but I feel literally nothing still. My mother is still dead and I'm still drunk.
Sitting up from the bed, I slide off the bed and search for my underwear.
Putting them on, I grabbed the bottle of whisky beside the bed and take a huge sip.
" I had a good time."
Morgan faced me smiling.
I didn't want to hurt his feelings but I really didn't enjoy it as much as he did. I'm a attention whore, who fucking cares but this time, it didn't make me feel better. Sighing, I finish the bottle and slip on my dress.
" sorry to cut this short, but I have to go."
" I'd like to take you on a date tomorrow night."
No words could leave my mouth that was nice so I said,
" Ok, meet me at the bar tomorrow then." A small smile makes its way to my face and I turn around and make my way to the exit.
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The taxi finally stops in front of my small apartment and I sigh opening the door. " thanks Charles."
He nods and drives down the street while I make my way inside my home.
My keys are slammed on the table and I stumble to my kitchen in need of water. I'm surprised I don't have alcohol poisoning cause I assure you, I've drank at least 20 different liquors tonight.
" cheese!" I call out as I pour my cat some food.
His little furry body runs into the kitchen and munches on his dinner.
I'm still In shock that I agreed to go on a date with Morgan when he's not the one. He was the one in the beginning but now, I'm not sure.
I agreed to go so I'm sticking to it.
I'm not one to break a promise.
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i'm Psycho on the Low-low
Mystery / Thriller"When i'm fucked up, that's the real me"
