Page 19 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

For the first time tonight, I let out a laugh. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s not a big deal to me. I needed a vacation anyway, and I’ve never been to Phoenix.”

“Thank you for doing this.” I told him, “I don’t want to involve our friends in this charade, but I appreciate you so much.” When he smiled, I felt myself smiling, too.

“What do I always tell you?” he asked.

“That you got me,” I answered.

He nodded. “And I mean that shit every time I say it.”

My grin widened. “And you know I got you, too.”

seven

Grown Folks Confession #7: One day you’re watching TV and the next, it’s watching you.

3 weeks later…

LAYLA

You wake up in the morning and turn to your left right into something nice and solid. Slowly, you crack open an eye and discover your forehead has run straight into a dick you’ve seen before and promised to never have again no matter how good it was. Should you scream at it, slap it, or suck it?

I blinked both eyes a few times wondering why I hadn’t moved from the dick in my face yet, but instead, was having a whole damn Q&A session in my mind while the recipient of said dick slept peacefully on his side of the bed.

Wait, bed?Leaning up, I peeked out the window, slightly panicked, but trying to remain as calm as possible. “Oh, that’s right. We’re in Vegas.”Hold up! We’re still in Vegas?!

Quickly lifting the sheet, I noticed I was at least wearing my panties and bra, but my mind was foggy, and I couldn’t even remember when we’d gotten into bed or why we were still in Nevada.

“Ares! Wake the fuck up!”

His body jerked beside me. “What is it? Who did it?”

“We did it, dammit!” I sat upright in bed. “Or at least, maybe we did it. I don’t know. I have on underwear, but you’re butt ass naked.”Jezzzuz, what a nice, biteable ass it is.“What happened last night? I don’t remember shit.”

Ares yawned, doing nothing to cover up, so I pulled the sheet over him myself. “Well …” He drawled out the word, a sly smirk on his face.

I waited for him to go right into an explanation, but instead, he took his sweet ass time, relishing in the fact that I was slowly losing my damn mind.

By the time he voiced his next words, I was ready to slap the taste out of his mouth.

“Nothing happened,” he finally admitted. “At least I don’t think it did. I guess we just got tired and fell asleep, but I don’t really remember. I usually sleep naked and woke up in the middle of the night hot as hell, so those clothes had to go.”

I popped him on the arm. “And you didn’t think to wake me up?”

“Ouch.” He rubbed the spot I hit on his bicep. “You too heavy handed to be hitting me like that. Why would I wake you up? I know we agreed to spend the day in Vegas before driving to Phoenix, but clearly, we got tired and got a room.”

I frowned. “It doesn’t bother you at all that we can’t remember anything about yesterday?”

“Oh, I remember plenty,” he said. “I remember our flight landing and us renting a car and eating breakfast. After we ate, I suggested we treat ourselves for the work we put into our fake marriage and the videos and photos you needed over the past few weeks for documentation.Andddwe kept that shit from our friends.”

I nodded. “Okay, I’m remembering a little of that now, but we rented a room?”

“Better a room than us driving to Phoenix like we originally planned.”

“True.”

“Are you disappointed we didn’t have sex?” he asked.

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