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“Shhhh, keep it down; why don’t you.”
“Tell me everything. And don’t leave out nothing. I love gory details.”
“Aghhh, there is nothing to tell. He was an asshole today; I called him out on it, which resulted in him pinning me to the wall and telling me that I am his problem, following with his lips on mine and his very hard dick rubbing off on me. Then me, sprawled out on his desk,” I tell her and bury my head into my pillow.
Is there an earthquake? Oh wait, it’s just my idiot friend shaking the life out of drunk me.
“Lexitharus, that is not the story I expected. Where are my details?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I am sort of trying to drown in alcohol here and forget my stupid mistake. So, there will be no gory details. At least not today.”
“Oh my goodness, did anything else happen?” Kate asks, clearly ignoring my previous comment.
“No, thank God, or else I’d be drunk off tequila, not wine. Or maybe I would still be enjoying his cock,” I sigh and then quickly slap myself. Shit, did I say that out loud?
Oh yes, yes, I did, based on that gleeful face expression on my friend’s face.
“And since when do you want his cock, Lexi?”
“What do I have to do for you to forget I said anything?”
“You’re not that rich.”
“Why am I surrounded by assholes in my life? God, what did I do to you?” I ask the higher power - well, ceiling, really, but it’s just semantics.
Kate is about to throw another jab at poor, drunk me when we hear a knock on the front door downstairs.
Oh, no…
“You go!” I basically shove Kate off my bed.
“Um, that is obviously your guest, so you go!” She throws back.
“Please, Katie, I can’t see him right now. Please,” I beg her.
Kate sighs, folding her arms but goes to open the door for me.
I trail behind her silently because not wanting to see him does not mean I am strong enough—or sober enough—to withstand hearing his deep, rough voice.
I remain at the top of the stairs, out of view but in hearing distance, yet no sounds come except the door opening and closing. Huh? Did he knock and flee? Like a teenager? Very mature.
It seems to be the running theme of the day. Back to school night, yay!
Um, are you any better?You bolted from work at four PM after the first-ever man-induced orgasm of your life.
Yeah, don’t ask…
Shut up, drunk and messed up brain. You are not allowed to think for the rest of the day.
Soon enough, Kate shows up on the stairs, but it’s not her I see. It’s a gigantic bouquet of crispy fresh, white roses. My poor tiny friend is barely grasping it. It’s that big.
“The car is gone, and these were left for you,” she says, finally reaching the top and setting the flowers on the floor.
“Lex?” Kate asks when I don’t make a sound, but I still don’t respond; instead, I reach down to pick up the note tucked in on the side.
I can still taste you…
I swallow hard.
