Wherever Michelle goes, things seem to fall apart. She began to live a double life, hiding away parts of her past from everyone. And because so much rage filled her body, she always seemed to take it out on others. She loved Emily but in keeping so...
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I slowly open my eyes, instantly feeling the intense headache that I have. I really shouldn't drink that much ever again. I usually just stick to a glass of wine or two and then call it a night. I also don't usually sleep with one of my dancers.
I sit myself up, resting my back against the headboard as I remember last night's events. I think about how Summer's lips felt against my own and how her hand made my clit burst with excitement.
Summer? Where is she?
I turn my head, instantly noticing that her side of the bed is now completely empty. Fuck, I hope I didn't scare her off. I know that I was a little cold with her but I just had a lot to process. I really should apologise.
Before I can get out of bed, I hear my phone vibrate. Curiously, I reach over for it before seeing a notification from Michelle. Great, that's exactly what I need right now!
I open it immediately, an attachment appearing on my screen. I sigh as I stare at a photo of Michelle's breasts, a message underneath reading "A little something to spice up your morning..."
I turn off my phone as quickly as I can, not wanting to look at that photo for a second longer. I then throw it onto my bed before resting my head in my hands as I think about what I've done. I have to face it at some point, it's not like it's just going to disappear.
She's bound to find out one way or another.
Deciding that I need to sort out this mess, I force myself out of the comfort of my bed as I attempt to find Summer.
"Summer?" I call her name as I slowly walk through my house.
"Summer?"
"Summer?!"
"Summer?!"
And as I walk past the kitchen doorway, I catch a glimpse of her brunette locks. I then decide to hang around for a few seconds, not knowing what to say or do. I've never had a one-night stand before.
I clear my throat to grab her attention.
She turns her head "Oh, hey. Sorry, I couldn't get back to sleep."
"I- it- it's okay." I stutter, feeling the awkwardness in the room.
"I made you breakfast." She announces, pointing to the food that's laid out on the kitchen counter.
I walk closer towards her to get a better look. I see that she's gone to the effort of making me a really nice meal. Not even Michelle would make me something like this and we've been dating for a very long time now. But despite the nice gestures, I can't keep leading her on like this, allowing her to believe that this can continue
