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anywhere near clear, and she stared through me, not at me.
“Cori, I’m going to sleep in one of the other bedrooms.”
“Why, don’t you want me? You know I want you. Please, D, stay with me.” Cori was pouring it on thick, and I really, really wanted to break my promise that I wouldn’t touch her.
I shook off my haze and repeated, “Cori, just go to sleep, I’ll be here in the morning.”
I leaned down to give her a hug. I don’t know why I did it; she was in my arms the whole way to the room. The way she felt in my arms was nothing short of bliss. It was the kind of feeling that you never wanted to break free of, and you would fight tooth and nail to keep around you no matter what.
No matter how much I desperately wanted to let go, my body had stronger intentions to keep it held and locked away for its own selfish intentions.
Cori mercifully fell asleep while I was at war with myself, and I simply slipped the covers over her and walked out of the room.
I made my way back to the spare bedroom after clearing out the last of the partygoers. I was in desperate need to calm down, and I willed my body to not betray me, but the storm was coming, and there was no stopping it once the thunder began to roll.
By the time I made it to the bedroom on the main level of the house, I wanted to hit the shower, anything to calm down. Once I got into the room, I saw the bed and felt it was best to crash. I had a shoot to do in the morning anyway, so whatever my body wanted, it was going to have to wait until tomorrow, I guess.
I cursed out loud because under normal circumstances, I would be in Toni’s room right now, waking her up to wear her out so that I could get some sleep. Instead, I figured it would be a bad idea, considering the one I really wanted was sleeping off her buzz.
I stripped before I knew it, and I kept moving before I changed my mind. The pillow met me before I knew it, and I prayed for a dreamless sleep.
~Cori~
I think it took me a couple of minutes to realize that I was not at home in my own bed.
I don’t keep satin sheets on my bed.
Damn, a sistah could get used to sheets when they feel like this, though.
I started to sit up in the bed, and that’s when a slight headache reminded me that I’d drunk a little too much wine last night.
God, what did I do last night? I asked myself as I took quick notice of my strange surroundings. I didn’t even remember walking into this room, much less how I got in this bed.
I slowly slid the covers off me, noticing that my dress was still on my body.
I tried to backtrack as best as I could, and the last thing I remembered was being pissed at Tracie for taking my keys and splitting to get broke off with a dude that she barely knew.
Once I got that out of the way, I still had yet to solve the question of how I got up here last night.
After finally seeing the RP Records plaques on the wall, the answer became obvious.
Derrick.
He must have managed to get me up here last night.
All that did now was cause other questions to pop up in my head.
Did I fuck him last night?
And if I did, why didn’t he at least have the decency to stay until morning, or wake me out of the haze I was in to let me know he had a good time, or something?
The answer to my question, if I had bothered to take the sheets and comforter off of me, came in the form of the outfit that still clung to my body, except for the heels I wore.
Okay, Cori, think.
What the hell happened, or didn’t happen last night?
If I didn’t fuck him, did he leave me here because he didn’t want to be around a dick-tease?
Where in the world was Derrick Morrow?
I went to reach for my cell phone to call Kyra when I noticed a note on the nightstand addressed to me. I picked up the note, almost too scared to read what was inside.
Hi Cori,
I am sorry about leaving you last night. I slept on the couch
instead. I arranged for a car to take you home if you like,
and Toni knows about your car
“Cori, I’m going to sleep in one of the other bedrooms.”
“Why, don’t you want me? You know I want you. Please, D, stay with me.” Cori was pouring it on thick, and I really, really wanted to break my promise that I wouldn’t touch her.
I shook off my haze and repeated, “Cori, just go to sleep, I’ll be here in the morning.”
I leaned down to give her a hug. I don’t know why I did it; she was in my arms the whole way to the room. The way she felt in my arms was nothing short of bliss. It was the kind of feeling that you never wanted to break free of, and you would fight tooth and nail to keep around you no matter what.
No matter how much I desperately wanted to let go, my body had stronger intentions to keep it held and locked away for its own selfish intentions.
Cori mercifully fell asleep while I was at war with myself, and I simply slipped the covers over her and walked out of the room.
I made my way back to the spare bedroom after clearing out the last of the partygoers. I was in desperate need to calm down, and I willed my body to not betray me, but the storm was coming, and there was no stopping it once the thunder began to roll.
By the time I made it to the bedroom on the main level of the house, I wanted to hit the shower, anything to calm down. Once I got into the room, I saw the bed and felt it was best to crash. I had a shoot to do in the morning anyway, so whatever my body wanted, it was going to have to wait until tomorrow, I guess.
I cursed out loud because under normal circumstances, I would be in Toni’s room right now, waking her up to wear her out so that I could get some sleep. Instead, I figured it would be a bad idea, considering the one I really wanted was sleeping off her buzz.
I stripped before I knew it, and I kept moving before I changed my mind. The pillow met me before I knew it, and I prayed for a dreamless sleep.
~Cori~
I think it took me a couple of minutes to realize that I was not at home in my own bed.
I don’t keep satin sheets on my bed.
Damn, a sistah could get used to sheets when they feel like this, though.
I started to sit up in the bed, and that’s when a slight headache reminded me that I’d drunk a little too much wine last night.
God, what did I do last night? I asked myself as I took quick notice of my strange surroundings. I didn’t even remember walking into this room, much less how I got in this bed.
I slowly slid the covers off me, noticing that my dress was still on my body.
I tried to backtrack as best as I could, and the last thing I remembered was being pissed at Tracie for taking my keys and splitting to get broke off with a dude that she barely knew.
Once I got that out of the way, I still had yet to solve the question of how I got up here last night.
After finally seeing the RP Records plaques on the wall, the answer became obvious.
Derrick.
He must have managed to get me up here last night.
All that did now was cause other questions to pop up in my head.
Did I fuck him last night?
And if I did, why didn’t he at least have the decency to stay until morning, or wake me out of the haze I was in to let me know he had a good time, or something?
The answer to my question, if I had bothered to take the sheets and comforter off of me, came in the form of the outfit that still clung to my body, except for the heels I wore.
Okay, Cori, think.
What the hell happened, or didn’t happen last night?
If I didn’t fuck him, did he leave me here because he didn’t want to be around a dick-tease?
Where in the world was Derrick Morrow?
I went to reach for my cell phone to call Kyra when I noticed a note on the nightstand addressed to me. I picked up the note, almost too scared to read what was inside.
Hi Cori,
I am sorry about leaving you last night. I slept on the couch
instead. I arranged for a car to take you home if you like,
and Toni knows about your car
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