THE MORNIG AFTER
Slowly Pauline opened her puffy eyes as she finally managed to fight the feeling of just laying down forever. Her head felt like a thousand elephants had danced around it the night before and her mind emotions that had been numb for the last couple of hours seemed to wake up. A groan beside her had her opening her eyes wide and turning to see him there. Naked, handsome…naked.
“Oh my God!” she tried to stifle her loud outburst with her hand. She quickly jumped out of the bed, pulling some of the sheets with her and fastening them tightly around herself.
“What? Are you ok?” Marcus sat up quickly, and glanced around, the sheet falling to his waist and revealing his masculine chest. The unwelcomed thoughts of their love making the previous night flew through her mind and suddenly she felt jittery inside. Cursing inwardly she turned away from him and started picking pieces of her cloths from the floor.
“This was a mistake!” She said between clenched teeth. More to herself than to the man who now had sat back watching her. How could she have been so stupid.
“It was?” came his drawled response, his voice calm and sexy as if all he could think of was seeing her drop down the sheets and jump back into bed with him.
“You used me!” she said suddenly, as she snatched her lacy bra from where it had been abandoned the night before and started heading for the bathroom. “I came to you. YOU of all people, because…because I had nowhere else to go…and you used me.”
“What happened was a mutual exercise between two totally willing adults, if you remember correctly, I tried to stop it from going this far more than one time. There is just so much a man can do Pauline.” He had gotten off the bed by now, and she could see traces of anger on his face. She didn’t have to blame him, he was right. She had wanted it, oh God how she had wanted it. She had had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to, and she had remembered he was back in town. Initially she had shrugged off the idea just as quickly as it had popped into her head, but it had keptpopping back, and in her sadness and she had felt way too alone, too lonely. And she had turned into the arms of the last man she should have. As he bent down to pick his boxers, the sheets around his waist fell off, grinning, he turned to look at her and she immediately heated up.
“Oh for God’s sake!” She cursed as she rushed to get into the bathroom. His arms reached there before her, and soon she was trapped between the wall and his naked body.
“Marcus…” she started, the various emotions playing through her plainly visible in her voice.
“Ok…maybe it wasn’t a good idea, maybe it should not have happened. But I don’t regret that it did, let’s just get that one thing straight.” And with that he dropped his hands from her sides and walked over to where the sheet had fallen, picked it up and tied it back on. “Better get yourself ready,” he said, his business like voice back in place, “IF you want to file this lawsuit, there is a lot to be done.” She watched him, and couldn’t help but think aloud.
“My mama is turning in her grave right now.” She muttered as she looked at him, “I can see her now, just shaking her head in disgust. What kind of woman am I? How could I have slept with a man who left me for my best friend, at the altar?” And with that she entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
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