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Dymon Danger
The Next Morning
When my eyes opened,the sun was shining bright into the room. The clock on thenightstandread eight-thirty a.m.I couldn’t believe I sleptas long asI did. After that big ass nut last night,I wastoodamnspent.When I was pounding in hershit, I was releasing everything that I had pent up since the day she called herselfnot talking to me.That shitreally fucked with me.After we got cleaned up, she cuddled up on my chest, and we were outlike a light.
“Girlll, what are you talking about!” I heard Quinciyell from the bathroom.“You always talking about you seen something.”
Looking at the doorway, she stood in the mirror with my T-shirt on from last night. The bottom of her ass cheeks was hanging out, making my morning wood even harder. Throwing the covers back,I got out of bed and walked over to the door and leaned against it. She couldn’t see me, but I had the perfect view of her body.
“Quinn, that is a bruise on your neck. I know I’m not crazy. Thatain’tnodamnblow dryermarkor emoji, or whatever you said it was. Are you okay? What is going on up there?”
“Mom. You know I would tell youif anythingwas going on with me. And please don’t tell Dad to rile him up.”
“Is that boss of yours more than a boss, Quinci, because you know better.”
“Mom… I…. Service… Break. Can’t…”
“You can hear me, Quinci!” she shouted before Quinciended the phone call.
“Terrible liar,” I stated.
“Aye!” She jumped. “Where did you learn to tip-toe like that? Youscared the shit out ofme.”
I shook my head before walking in the bathroom. “Good morning.” I kissed the back of her neck and walked over to the toilet torelieve myself.
“Good morning. Are we going to act like last night never happened?”
“What? The oranges? I’ll never look at oranges the same again ever. I’ll always associate that with the taste of your pussy.Orange juice. Orange T-shirt. Orange flower. All that.”
“I’m not talking about that, Mr. Dymon.”
“Then what…” I paused when I looked at the small box sitting on top of the trash. “You went through my stuff?”
“What are you talking about?”
After I was done using the bathroom, I walked over to the sink and started washing my hands, staring at her.
“You have a Plan B in your trash can.”
“Yeah, so. Ibought a couple a few nights ago. So, what do you mean, ‘going through your things’?”
“I’m sorry. I bought one that night I came over, but we never got around tofucking raw, so it shocked me when Iseenit.”
“And even if I did go through your things…shouldn’t you be happy that you didn’t have to remind me to take it?” She laughed. “Oh my God. Your family really thinks I’m trying to trap you? You about to make me hit the block and get your money back that you paid—”
“For the pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
She grinnedand walked out the bathroom. Opening the drawer, she pulled out a pair of shorts andslid them on.
“You might wanna put some over that dick of yours because room service will be up in just a few. I ordered you the same thing that you had before. I hope it’s okay.”
I nodded my head.
Grabbing my bag, I pulled a pair of sweats out and put them on. Following her out to the living room, the remnants of us being all over it was still there. Inhaling, I could still smell us.Apparently,she did too because she walked over to the window and let it up a little bit.She’d talked them up because as soon as I took a seat, I heard the elevator bell ding.
“Good morning, Ms. Everly! You musthadsome company last… oh, God. Um… wow, Mr. Danger. It’s good to finally meetyou in person. My name is Deloris.”
“Good morning.Do not tell anyone that you saw me here. Understand?”
