Page 13 of Pleading Innocence

I saw her pupils go from pennies to dots in a split second as her eyes widened at me. In a blink she had pushed me against my chest so hard, I flew out of her to the edge of the bed, tumbling over on the floor. I landed so hard on my ass, I thought I broke a bone.

“Ah! Fuck!” I whispered in pain.

She covered her mouth with her hands, suppressing a grin. “Oh my goodness, are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m just glad I didn’t land on my balls.”

She snickered through her nose before she heard Chris’s knocks and remembered that this wasn’t the moment for jokes. “Hide!” she said, jumping up in a panic.

She couldn’t be serious. I looked down at my blood-filled cock still standing hard as fuck, as if it wasn’t aware that my fucking life was at stake here.

“What do you mean? I asked, jumping up from her carpet with my eyes wide open. I imagined they were bloodshot and red since I could feel the fucking blood pounding my eyeballs as if my entire head was about to explode.

“Hide!” she said, looking around frantically. “One minute!” she yelled at her closed bedroom door.

“What the fuck?” I ran forward to try to shield her mouth. “You can’t be thinking about letting him in!” I yelled.

“What else am I supposed to do?” she said, pushing me away and spanking me on the ass to hurry me up.

“Hey, hey!” I said, and she giggled.

“Please, Tiffany. Think about it. He can’t come in here now. He’ll kill me!” I said, feeling as if my heart was going to punch my chest so hard it would burst open, creating an exit for it to just walk on out. I eyed the glass windows, considering whether or not it would be a good idea to jump out. But nope, we were on the fucking fifth floor. I knew for certain I’d die if I jumped, and I was really trying not to die today.

“That’s why I’m telling you to HIDE!” she whispered loudly.

“Just wait until he leaves,” I said.

“I already said something. He knows I’m here. Come on, Mario, hurry up. Bathroom!” she said.

“Really? And what if Chris comes in here?” I asked.

“Why would he come into my personal bathroom?” she asked.

“To see what you’ve done with the place?” I suggested.

She looked at me as if I’d knocked my head onto something. “I won’t let him into my bedroom. Will you just go and hide? You’re stressing me out.” She started pushing me toward the bathroom.

“All right, all right! I’m going!” I said, hurrying in there completely naked as she locked the door behind me. Fuck! I hoped he didn’t check the door because if he found that it was locked from the inside, he’d know for sure that someone was in here. Shit! All my clothes were still on the floor—my wallet, my phone, my car keys! Damn it! One walk into the bedroom and he’d know that I was the one locked in the bathroom. Fucking shit. I heard her shuffling in the bedroom before her door closed.

A fucking tornado was passing through my insides as I tried to figure out if I should stay locked in the bathroom or chance running out to grab my stuff. But with my luck so far, I saw myself running out only to run into Chris as he was coming in to find me naked as fuck in his twenty-one-year-old sister’s bedroom. Shit, I’d rather take my chances locked away in this fucking bathroom.

I leaned against the basin and looked at myself in the mirror, hair all messed up, and I busied myself with fixing it just to keep my fucking hands from shaking. I was considering all my life choices and thinking about how this could all have been easily avoided if I’d stayed away from Tiffany.

But I hadn’t stood a chance the moment I’d seen her at that party. I could’ve avoided her, but it would not have been easy. And I would’ve missed out on every moment we’d shared together. It was worth it. Right? To chance losing my best friend and my life, though? Damn it. I splashed some cold water on my face and tried to calm myself with some deep breaths.

If I managed to not get caught today, it would be smart of me to rush out of here, grab my clothes, and never look back at Tiffany again. But I was already thinking about Chris leaving so that I could get back to finishing up where Tiff and I just left off.

Fucking damn it.

I was so fucked. I was in too deep. I found myself apologizing to Chris inside my head. I was realizing that one day he’d have to find out, because it hit me now that this thing between Tiffany and I, at least for me, was no longer just casual. But I couldn’t allow myself to think about the future because I couldn’t fathom the thought of Chris ever finding out. Although, if he was to find out, this would be the worst way possible for him to do so.

I could hear their voices now, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and it sounded like Chris was not alone. My heart pounded as I followed the voices to every area of the fucking apartment that they were in, farting from the nerves bubbling in my stomach. Whoo! Okay.

If I kept my ears primed for every single sound, I was going to either need to take a shit or pass out…or both. And I wasn’t looking forward to doing either, so I perched my ass on the side of the cold-ass bathtub and tried to relax. I probably should’ve perched my ass on the toilet seat, but so far, I was just farting. I reached for the air freshener and put its ass right back down when I remembered I was trying not to make a single sound and even the subtle air being released from the can was far too loud for me to risk it.

I tapped my feet against her bathmat to give my body something else to focus on and could feel myself calming down a little, enough to settle the gas in my stomach even as I kept my eyes focused on the doorknob. At one point, I heard Chris’s voice so loud, I thought he was IN the room, but his voice began to fade away again which allowed me to let out the breath I was holding.

I was in a constant state of heightened panic and slight relief. By the time I got out of this bathroom, I was sure I was going to have aged a few more years just from the stress of this moment.

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