There she stood with a champagne bottle and a ziplock with blunts in it that I'm sure had more than just weed inside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I heard that you are officially a single man. I thought I'd come over and help you celebrate."

Sighing I walked away from the door and I could hear her close it then follow me. I went back to the kitchen and sat up on the counter. She walked over to the cabinet and grabbed two champagne glasses.

"Woah, woah." I jumped up and took the glasses out her hand. "You can't use these."

"Why not?"

"These are me and my wi- my ex wife's glasses from our wedding."

"Keyword is ex, you don't need these anymore. You guys are divorce, they don't hold any special value."

I took a deep breath while placing them in a different cabinet.

"You wanted this right? You told me you wanted to be single it would make you happier. Why are you moping around like you're sad."

"I understand you ain't never been married so you'll never understand what I'm going through. I'm not gone sit here and pretend like I didn't love the girl, she is the mother of my children. We were together for almost 20 years. It's still a hard pill to swallow."

"Well you have to me to help you get over it."

I watched as she took a blunt out of the bag and placed it in between her lips to light it. After taking a few puffs she passed it to me. I hit and realized that I was right about it not being just weed.

"Robyn, this is laced."

She shrugged. "Live a little, it'll help you forget you precious Carlee for a little bit."

"I can't do this."

"You can." She kissed my lips. "Just relax and enjoy." Her lips touched my jawbone, then my neck. Her hands ran down my chest then she started undoing my dress pants. Next thing I know her warm mouth was wrapped around my dick. "I'm here to help you take your mind off of everything that happened."

My eyes closed as I took another hit of the blunt.

The head felt amazing but the only thing on my mind was my Carlee. Was Carter right? Am I going to regret this? I don't even think that's going to matter. After the damage I caused she's not coming back again.

I made my bed, I gotta lay in it.


I walked into my moms house and the smell of good home cooking ran up my nose, something that I'm not even used to being with my dad.

Leaving my bag at the door I walked into the kitchen, expecting to see my nana cooking but it was my mom. That was surprising.

"Hey ma."

She quickly turned around. "Hey baby." She hugged me. "I didn't think you were going to come today."

"Yeah, I missed you and wanted to get out that house."

"Well you're just in time, dinner is almost ready."

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