1.6 The morning after.
This chapter is Rated R (Nudity, and adult situations-You have been warned. LOL)
“Oh Madeline, you didn’t.” I squeezed my eyes shut, and prayed that when I opened them again the man in my bed would disappear like a magician’s trick. Maybe this is all just a bad dream…A horrible nightmare! I counted to 10 silently, opened my eyes and groaned loudly. “You make the worst decisions.” I whispered, staring at the stranger as he slept peacefully beside me. His lashes casted a shadow on his handsome face, and he seemed blissfully unaware of my inner turmoil.
A quick look under the blanket confirmed my worst suspicions. He was naked, and so was I. But did we?
A slight ache between my thighs confirmed the worst. Yes, we did. What a way to lose your virginity. I had never been a prude, and wasn’t one of those types who had to be married before losing her V Card, but I at least figured I would at least remember the encounter, and know the name of the person I gave away my virginity too…
I closed my eyes again listing to the sounds of his breathing and tried to remember last night…
The minute I slid the key into the lock and shut the door behind us, he was on me, exploring every inch of my body with his hot hands. His tongue explored my mouth eagerly. His stubble rubbed against my chin, but I loved the way it felt…Raw and exposed.
As he pinned me against the wall his hot hands slid under the back of my shirt unclasping my bra with one hand.
“Where is your bedroom.” He whispered huskily, as he slid my pants down my hips, followed quickly by my shirt. They pooled at my feet. I shivered with desire, but also fear. Could I really do this? Did I even want too?
“Down the hall.” I whispered, my doubts instantly disappearing as he kissed my neck. He scooped me up in his arms, and I curled my toes with desire…
It felt good to lay down, and I felt self-conscious in my bra and panties. He stared at me with desire and I loved how I felt…strong and powerful. Someone wanted me, and it felt good to feel wanted. He took off his shirt and I stared at his perfect body. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was tight and lean in all the right places.
I wanted to lick the tattoo on his chest, I found it sexy as hell.
He removed his pants and crawled into bed with me. His hands cupped my bare ass as he scooted me back in the bed. I was shaking with desire, as I felt his erection straining through the thin cloth of his underwear.
He kissed every inch of my skin, starting from my lips, that were still puffy and bruised, down to my chin and collar-bone, and even lower still, my breath hitching in my chest as his tongue moved over my bellybutton, and even lower yet….
Finally, just when I couldn’t take it anymore he moved back up to kiss my neck, suddenly he was inside me, and I cried out, my moan being swallowed up by his mouth that eagerly explored mine…
I crawled out of bed as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake him up. My eyes widened. Wait a minute. This was my house, why was I the one who felt she had to sneak around and take the walk of shame? I stared at him, not wanting to wake him up and have the awkward ‘the morning after’ talk. Maybe I would just leave, and when I came back he’d be gone.
Was this night or morning? I couldn’t tell. I looked at my alarm clock. I hadn’t even heard it go off! 8 am. Shit! I had to be work in an hour. I couldn’t believe I spent all yesterday in bed with a complete stranger. I just hoped we used protection…
I ran to the drawer and pulled out the first outfit I saw, pulling my jeans on quickly, with a little hop. I threw on my shirt, and ran a comb through my tangled hair. I blushed when I thought about how I had earned those tangles. I would kill for a shower right about now. I smelled like sex, and beer, and a little bit of his spicy smelling cologne.
“Good morning.” His rough gravely voice made me cringe as I whirled around. My cheeks flushed hot.
“Um, yeah, about that. I have to be to work in an hour, so….” I hoped he got the hint, I made a point at tapping my watch.
“Can’t you call in or something baby, let’s go get breakfast.” He smiled at me, his dark eyes glinting mischievously. God, he’s gorgeous, I thought. At least my drunk self has good taste. “I could make you breakfast in bed if you’d like…” He winked at me, sending shivers running down my spine. I had to admit, I was attracted to him.
“Maybe some other time, I really gotta get going.” I pointed to the watch on my wrist. Again.
He pulled off the blankets and stood, giving me an eyeful of his tight ass and well hung balls. I blushed down to the roots of my hair. It was clear he was very proud of his body, as he should be, and didn’t mind showing it off, but watching him do the strut of pride as he walked around my bedroom nude was a little distracting.
“Will I see you again?” He asked walking toward me. Confidently. I froze like a deer in the headlights, half of me wanting him to step closer, and the other half wanted to run away as fast as possible and hide.
I bit my lip in response. Last night had been a huge colossal mistake. A fuck up of epic proportions, did I want to see him again? Yes and no. I didn’t trust myself around him. He was too good-looking, and two suave. Totally not my type. “Sure.” I said finally, lying through my teeth.
He stepped in close, I could feel the heat coming off his body. He pulled me into a tight embrace and lifted my chin to kiss my lips. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, not what I expected. I found myself responding to it, heat pooling down low in my stomach.
I thought of the bookstore, and Janice who would be waiting there for me. It was like someone splashed a bucket of ice water over my head. It instantly cooled the desire I felt. I stepped away from him averting my gaze. I grabbed my purse off my dresser. “I gotta go.” I smiled in apology. “Let yourself out, and lock up when your done.”
“Can I at least get your name?” He called as I rushed down the hall my face burning with embarrassment.
“Madeline.” I called back, not bothering to ask him for his name, it wasn’t like I intended on seeing him ever again.
“My name is Mika if you’re wondering…” I heard him say as I shut the door.
I flagged the first taxi I found outside my apartment and wondered if Mika was getting dressed and leaving like I asked him too. For all I knew he could be robbing me blind, and I could come back to an empty house, but he didn’t seem like the type. As rough around the edges as he appeared to be, Mika didn’t really seem like a bad guy. I touched a finger to my lips and remembered the surprisingly gentle kiss. Maybe there was more to this guy then I knew. I shook my head. No. I didn’t even need to entertain that thought for a second. No, it was better to pretend that last night–and Mika, didn’t exist!
The cloudy overcast day matched my mood perfectly as I stepped out of the cab right into a puddle. I shivered, wishing I had worn something a little more substantial than a tank top, but I was in a hurry this morning, and had just grabbed the first item I saw.
For once, I was actually happy to be at work, it sure beat being at my apartment right now, besides, rainy days were always busy and working would keep my mind off all my troubles.
“Coffee. Now.” I grunted as I ran through the doors, wiping my wet feet off at the door mat before rushing back to the small café at the back of the store. I was just lucky the boss wasn’t here, she frowned upon employees drinking for free, but when she wasn’t in her office, like today, it was open season.
“Rough night?” Janice commented as I sat down in the chair and guzzled my coffee quickly.
“You could say that.” I laughed, staring down into the coffee mug as if it contained all the answers to life’s problems.
“Well spill girlfriend.” Janice said sitting across from me with an eager expression. “My life is boring as hell, I got a husband who works all the time, and 2 kids under the age of 5, I could use some good gossip.”
I didn’t know how much I trusted Janice with my secrets, for all I knew, she was another Zoe, and by the end of the night, everyone in town would know I slept with a complete stranger last night! I stared into her eyes. It would be nice to talk to someone. Besides, who was Janice going to tell? Her husband?
“I really fucked up last night Janice.” I said taking another gulp from my coffee.
“I doubt that.” Janice smiled leaning back in her chair. “You always seem like you have everything together. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too, but I find that sometimes it does help to get things off your chest. Maybe I can help.”
I bit my lip, not knowing where to start. “Alright. Here goes nothing.” I took a deep breath, and told her everything, starting from the beginning right to waking up in bed with a complete stranger.
Janice widened her eyes slightly. “Damn girl, I’m sorry I asked. That’s messed up. So let me get this straight. Zoe’s a bitch, Riley is a jackass for believing her, and Mika is a complete hottie. Right?”
I blushed. “Yeah that pretty much sums everything up.”
“Damn girl.” Janice laughed. “You really did fuck up.”
“Tell me about it.” I said sadly, twirling my finger around on the table top.
“But its fixable. If Riley cares for you, he’ll come around. And if he doesn’t, then fuck him, he’s not worth your time. You may think that your one night stand with Mika was a mistake, but maybe he’s a pretty decent guy, I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss him.”
“He’s so not my type.” I groaned.
“What is your type than?” Janice asked.
“Well…” I started, I didn’t know where to start.
“Exactly.” Janice gave me a satisfied smile. “You don’t even know what your type is. Let me tell you something. When I met my husband he wasn’t my type either, but sometimes opposites attract, he might just be what you need.”
“But he’s so….” I didn’t even know how to explain just how exactly Mika was wrong for me. “I mean, I picked him up in a bar for Pete’s sake.”
“Well you were there. Does going to a bar make you a bad person? Do you think you’re a bad person?” Janice asked.
“Honestly?” I said glumly. “I’m starting to think that maybe I am. Ever since I got to North Port, my life has been one big jumbled mess. Every time I try to fix a mistake, something else goes wrong, or gets even more fucked up.” I felt tears prick behind my eyelids, and closed my eyes.
I felt Janice’s hand close over mine. “That’s called life sweetheart. Mistakes are part of growing up, and every mistake we make molds us into who we are. Everything may seem ‘fucked up’ now, but I promise one day you’ll look back on this, and you’ll laugh.”
I opened my mouth to say something else when the bell on the front door let out a little jingle that announced the arrival of a customer.
I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand quickly and put on my brightest smile.
“Good morning, welcome to-” my voice trailed off when I saw Zoe’s face.
“Oh well isn’t this quaint.” Zoe said stepping inside closing her umbrella.
“Zoe.” I stood up. “I don’t want to fight with you. Please. You won, just let it go.”
Zoe looked down at her fingernails as if admiring the polish. She was still wearing my dress and red boots. “Oh I haven’t won yet, but I will. All Riley can talk about right now is you. Madeline, Madeline, Madeline. I can’t wait until he sees you for the pathetic piece of white trash that you are.”
Janice stood up. “The only piece of trash I see right now is you.” She took a step forward. I was scared for the older woman, but it warmed my heart at the same time that she would be willing to stand up for me. I knew first hand how nasty Zoe could be.
“Zoe please just leave, ok. You won. Riley believes you. Thanks to you, he doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”
Zoe smiled. “Your right. After I’m finished with him he wont even remember your name.”