Getting Laid
1497 Words
Joyce
"Right, My sister is making attempts and giving her best to become a model, but I have duties I can't ignore. Sometimes, I wish I could be free, but my parents make it all worth it. We want to make them proud, but now…." My tongue turns sour, and the drink loses its taste. Hanging up to send her my location. I toss the phone back to my purse.
The phone rings continuously, but I ignore it. Truthfully, the alcohol works, and by the time I finish taking so much, I have loosened up.
I laugh, mumbling incoherent words, and then I have the urge to use the restroom.
"Restroom," I murmur to the bartender, trying to steady my feet as I stand.
"Just walk forward and use any of the rooms in the hallway." I nod and sway towards that direction.
My head bangs as I walk through the hallway into a spare room. It's dark, but turning my phone torch on helps me find my way into the restroom. I was drained of energy but tried to clean up before finding my way out.
My phone slipped from my hold, the torch going off, but I scrambled to pick it up and finally stood up, cussing as I bumped into a wall. My hand immediately moved to rub my head, raising my head to look at the wall, except it wasn't a wall.
It was a man I had bumped into.
I caught the whiff of his expensive cologne, and though the floor-to-end glass window allows the moonlight to streak in, I couldn't see a face but a glint of his diamond-studded watch.
My mouth opened to render an apology, but the words died on my lips when his muscular hand slammed me on the window, choking my neck.
I struggle in his hold, trying to make out his blurry figure through my hazy gaze. My body was plastered against the glass window with a force I couldn't fight while drunk.
"Stay still," His husky voice rasps.
A warmth crept up my neck as my body betrays me hearing his voice.
"Who sent you?" He groans.
I said nothing; instead, my body heated up against my will as I moved closer into him.
"f**k," he cussed, his breath harsh and tone sharp.
"Do you realize what you're doing?" He deadpans, his hold loosening a bit on my neck.
I move my nose to nuzzle his neck. Reasoning and caution are thrown to the wind, but he slams me back in disapproval.
His veins clearly pop out as he tries to maintain control. "Do you know who you're messing with?"
My head sways to the side as I raise my leg to his thigh. "I just want to forget. I hold no motive. I want you; no… I need you."
His breath quickens, a hand trails to my cheekbone as he flicks my soft lips, and then it moves down to my waist, caressing me, unable to keep his hands to himself.
“First time…haven't done it before," I confess softly as he turns my back to him, undoing my zip as the dress slides off my shoulder.
His hands tighten on my waist, but his tone softens. “I will be gentle."
Nibbling at my neck, I relax into his touch, surrendering. He took over my body as if he knew me before now. He kissed me everywhere, taking my hard pink nibbles into his mouth.
His lips crash into mine, kissing me hard. I moaned, responding to him like he wasn't a stranger I'd just met a few minutes ago. He carries me to the bed, and we both undress. He places kisses all over me as he caresses my inner thigh.
Then he enters me, melting away my worries at least for the night.
Sunlight streams through the thin curtains and hits my face, which forces my eyes to flutter open. I turn around, my hands stretching to the other side of the bed to feel it cold.
For a moment I lay there disoriented but calm, the events of the previous night a hazy blur.
Letting out a yawn, I sat up and stretched, but a light headache surfaced, closing my eyes as I tried to shake off the lingering exhaustion.
My phone rings.
Ring, ring.
I pick it up by the bedstand, checking for the caller ID; it's Sophia.
Scrolling through my call log, there have been several missed calls from her both last night and this morning.
My head aches with the brutal reminder and the reckless night I had. I bite my lips before answering.
"Hello, I murmur.
"Babes, you haven't been picking up my calls. "You got me worried," she sighs.
"I'm sorry it was a lot; my voice broke.
"I know, I know. So where are you now? "Need me to come pick you up?" she asks.
"No," I blurted, and then silence, knowing I had been too evasive. "I mean, I'm heading home; you can come around later so we can talk."
"That's better. Take care till I come around," she said.
I nod like she can see me, then reply, "Hmm," and the call ends.
My thoughts spiral as I replay the events of the night once again. Tears well in my eyes; I had let my parents down, my body trembling.
The weight of my failure pressed down on me until I let go of the blanket to pick up my clothes, heels, and purse and head to the restroom to dress up. Inside, I went straight to the mirrors. I look horrible with red hickeys all over, but at least the gown will cover it.
I rinsed my face, brushed my chestnut hair, and wore my low heels. My phone is in my purse as I head out of the restroom to the club exit, but I step on something right outside the door of the room: crystal earrings that look familiar. My sister wears those, but what are the odds??
Succeeded in driving out without drawing attention. I finally got home, parked the car, and came down staring at the tall building before walking into it.
I met my sister sitting in the living room, and she sprang up immediately, her hazel eyes set on me.
"I've been so worried. Come sit." She held my hands, guiding me to the couch.
"I'm sorry" I bit my lips; saying that now seems normal.
"I know that it's hard, but don't go off on me like that again." She pats my hands.
I nod, my hand moving to caress her dark hair and tucking a strand behind her ear, but an earring is missing at the left ear, and the one at the right is crystal.
My eyes narrow and I blurt. "Did you come to find me last night?
Her shoulders stiffen and her hold on my hands loosens. "Yes, I had to, but then I left when I couldn't find you amidst the large crowd; I figured you might need space, and you know I'm also grieving. Our parents…" her voice breaking at the end.
"Right," I've been all about myself and neglected her own feelings. I draw close for a tight hug as we both break down in tears.
She disentangled after some minutes and ushered me to go shower, saying that she would ask the cook to prepare our meal.
A week and some days went by with claiming my parents' bodies at the mortuary and laying them to rest. We mourn them, and looking at my sister's bloodshot eyes after we finalized everything earlier today, I knew she was trying to be strong for both of us.
I had my chance to let it loose, but she's holding it all in. We both sat with Sophia in the living room, exhausted.
"What do you guys want to eat so I can ask the cook to prepare it?" Sophia's nasal voice asks.
I knew she was devoted to my parents and assisting me in the company after we treated her as family all the years she'd spent working and feeling down too for their loss.
"Pasta is fine," my sister replies, and I nod in agreement.
Some minutes pass; we move to the dining arena where the food is served.
The aroma upsets my stomach as I stand up in a hurry and rush to the restroom with footsteps and concerned voices at my trail.
I rinse my face afterwards and turn to see my sister and Sophia staring at me.
"Are… you pregnant?" My sister's sharp-edged voice inquires.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sophia counters, her gaze livid.
"I mean, I have served her fruits she loves and snacks we enjoy, and she has thrown all of them up these past few days." My sister wanders out.
"What's the likely explanation for it?" she drawls.
My sister and Sophia exchange looks, then their questioning gaze towards my way.
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