Promise Me to Please | Please Me #2

How I got myself home last night, I had no idea. I didn't even know how I left the club in my post-orgasm state with the guy that was pretty much my arch nemesis on top of me. However, somehow, I woke up in my own bed – thank God – but not a bit less confused about last night.

  In reality, I should've been jumping up for joy at the fact a man had actually given me an orgasm. But that man was Christopher Knowles. And when remembering that, immediately I wanted to die.

  From getting in the shower, to putting some clothes and makeup on, my mind was a complete blur, and when I went to make my morning cold brew, I just wanted the ground to swallow me up.

   "Well, don't you look chipper." Ezekiel's voice brought me out of my dazed state. He was sitting up on the breakfast bar, all dressed for classes with a relax smile on his face. Michael definitely must've been over last night. "What time did you get in?"

   "Um, late." I managed to speak. What time did I get in? I left right after... that happened and barely even registered getting myself through the door.

  Everything was too... shocking.

  Oh my God, what did I do?

   "You seem a little out of it. How much did you have to drink last night?" Ezekiel then questioned. One drink. I had one drink which was worse because I couldn't even blame my impulsive actions on the alcohol.

   "Not too much." I could feel my hand shaking as I lifted my glass to my lips.

  Ezekiel stared at me curiously, "Meet any hot guys?"

  I almost spat out my drink. "No!" and he jumped a little in surprise at my reaction. Calm down, Rya. Chill. Bitch, don't tell me to chill. "I... I mean, no I didn't. Sorry, just feeling a bit on edge from the hangover." Even though I said I didn't drink much last night. Urgh, my life was becoming a mess and it had everything to do with stupid, fucking Christopher Knowles.

   "Okay..." Ezekiel awkwardly sang before going on his phone to scroll through social media.

  I didn't have any classes today, thank God because my brain would not be able to cope. However, I still wanted to speak with one of my professors about a new assignment we were emailed about this morning. So, I took that as my cue to retreat to my room and grab my things for the day.

  All I wanted to do was climb back into bed and try to forget about last night because it was taking up too much space in my head. I was organized, precise, put-together, but today I couldn't even seem to form a sentence and it was eating at me.

  Stupid Knowles.

  Stupid Knowles who literally made me cum in my panties.

  That was the worst part of it. There was no sex, no oral, not even any real skin on skin action, just his fingers over my freaking underwear and suddenly I was a crying, orgasming mess! Urgh, the embarrassment! No guy could make me finish with his actual dick inside of me and suddenly Christopher waltzes in and pets my panty-protected vagina and I came on the spot like a fifteen-year-old boy receiving a hand-job at the back of a McDonald's.

  I glanced at the time on my lock screen. It was a picture of Sienna and I when we took a girls' trip to Paris last summer.

  Sienna.

  That bitch.

  I clicked on her contact number and waited on the countless rings before the line connected. "Hello –"

   "You bitch! You sent me to a freaking BDSM club last night!" I whisper-shouted in fear Ezekiel would hear me.

  Her end remained silent for a few seconds before she said, "... I had no idea –"