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you?” he asks, dumbfounded about why I
got up in a hurry.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” I say, high-tailing it out
of the bedroom and into the spare bedroom I used last night.
“What do you mean, that shouldn’t have happened? Why not?”
he says following me to the room, not caring that he is naked.
At this point, I don’t know what excuse to give him, so I
stay quiet and shake my head at him.
“Look that can’t happen again.” I respond, trying not to
look at him.
He is standing a few feet in front of me. “Abigail, I don’t
know what’s going on, but I really wish you would talk to me about it.”
I don’t think he really wants to hear that the only reason I
had sex with him was because I was imagining he was someone else.
“Look, I just don’t feel comfortable with you yet.”
He raises an eyebrow with a mocking look on his face. “That’s
not what your body just told me,” he states.
I’m still gripping the clothing to my naked body, in an
effort to cover up as much as I can, but it’s not helping. His scrutinizing
gaze is still raking my body and I want it to stop.
“It was a mistake and it can’t happen again.”
“How is having sex with my fiancée a mistake? Abigail,
you’re never going to get your memory back if you don’t go back to doing what
you normally did before the accident, and sex was a very normal and regular
thing for you.”
Now he’s trying to play that card?
He’s still not leaving and the longer he stands there the
more I feel uncomfortable. “Can you go put some clothes on? You’re making me
uncomfortable standing there like that,” I say, waving my hand at him.
“Fine. But I think you should start sleeping in our bed
again.”
I shake my head, staring at the wall beyond him. “No. I’m
staying in here, until things get back to normal. I don’t want a repeat of what
just happened.”
He lets out an angry sigh, turns around, and walks out of my
room. As he walks away, he leaves me to stare at his bare ass, and it’s not
even a sexy one either.
Once he’s out the door I quickly walk over to it, shut it,
and lock it. I lean against the door, tilting my head back needing to think
about what I just did.
I know I shouldn’t have had sex with Bill. Especially
knowing that he’s already screwing someone else, but I couldn’t stop myself
once it started. Why in the hell did I let that happen?
I’ll tell you why. My sexually deprived body was really
craving someone else. Someone who I couldn’t get out of my damned mind the
whole car ride home, and my body took advantage of the first man to throw
himself at me. I had to get my shit together and fix things quick, or else Bill
would think he could keep taking advantage of me.
WHEN I AWOKE the next morning, I
encountered Bill in the kitchen, and I immediately tensed up. It was already
awkward being around him and after what happened last night, it was even worse.
He informs me that he’s going to be in meetings for most of the day, but if I
needed to leave for any reason I was to take his driver, who also doubled as a
bodyguard. Not wanting him to stick around any longer than he needed, I agreed
and let him walk out of the apartment. Once he was gone I was able to relax.
An hour later, I was surprised when I received a text from
Matt asking if I’ve had any more memories or dreams of him, sadly I informed
him that I had not. The question quickly led to a conversation in which I told
him how I was feeling like I was about to go nuts. I just couldn't stop
fidgeting. He only found it funny and told me the best thing to do was to go
for a run to clear my mind.
I’m glad my predicament was entertaining someone…
Thinking to myself, why not, it wouldn’t hurt to try, I
decided to give it a shot. After researching a couple of running stores I found
one near my apartment and decided to check it out. Might as well put my new
babysitter to good use so I headed out of the door.
Two
got up in a hurry.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” I say, high-tailing it out
of the bedroom and into the spare bedroom I used last night.
“What do you mean, that shouldn’t have happened? Why not?”
he says following me to the room, not caring that he is naked.
At this point, I don’t know what excuse to give him, so I
stay quiet and shake my head at him.
“Look that can’t happen again.” I respond, trying not to
look at him.
He is standing a few feet in front of me. “Abigail, I don’t
know what’s going on, but I really wish you would talk to me about it.”
I don’t think he really wants to hear that the only reason I
had sex with him was because I was imagining he was someone else.
“Look, I just don’t feel comfortable with you yet.”
He raises an eyebrow with a mocking look on his face. “That’s
not what your body just told me,” he states.
I’m still gripping the clothing to my naked body, in an
effort to cover up as much as I can, but it’s not helping. His scrutinizing
gaze is still raking my body and I want it to stop.
“It was a mistake and it can’t happen again.”
“How is having sex with my fiancée a mistake? Abigail,
you’re never going to get your memory back if you don’t go back to doing what
you normally did before the accident, and sex was a very normal and regular
thing for you.”
Now he’s trying to play that card?
He’s still not leaving and the longer he stands there the
more I feel uncomfortable. “Can you go put some clothes on? You’re making me
uncomfortable standing there like that,” I say, waving my hand at him.
“Fine. But I think you should start sleeping in our bed
again.”
I shake my head, staring at the wall beyond him. “No. I’m
staying in here, until things get back to normal. I don’t want a repeat of what
just happened.”
He lets out an angry sigh, turns around, and walks out of my
room. As he walks away, he leaves me to stare at his bare ass, and it’s not
even a sexy one either.
Once he’s out the door I quickly walk over to it, shut it,
and lock it. I lean against the door, tilting my head back needing to think
about what I just did.
I know I shouldn’t have had sex with Bill. Especially
knowing that he’s already screwing someone else, but I couldn’t stop myself
once it started. Why in the hell did I let that happen?
I’ll tell you why. My sexually deprived body was really
craving someone else. Someone who I couldn’t get out of my damned mind the
whole car ride home, and my body took advantage of the first man to throw
himself at me. I had to get my shit together and fix things quick, or else Bill
would think he could keep taking advantage of me.
WHEN I AWOKE the next morning, I
encountered Bill in the kitchen, and I immediately tensed up. It was already
awkward being around him and after what happened last night, it was even worse.
He informs me that he’s going to be in meetings for most of the day, but if I
needed to leave for any reason I was to take his driver, who also doubled as a
bodyguard. Not wanting him to stick around any longer than he needed, I agreed
and let him walk out of the apartment. Once he was gone I was able to relax.
An hour later, I was surprised when I received a text from
Matt asking if I’ve had any more memories or dreams of him, sadly I informed
him that I had not. The question quickly led to a conversation in which I told
him how I was feeling like I was about to go nuts. I just couldn't stop
fidgeting. He only found it funny and told me the best thing to do was to go
for a run to clear my mind.
I’m glad my predicament was entertaining someone…
Thinking to myself, why not, it wouldn’t hurt to try, I
decided to give it a shot. After researching a couple of running stores I found
one near my apartment and decided to check it out. Might as well put my new
babysitter to good use so I headed out of the door.
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