Page 43 of Babydaddy To Go

This morning won’t be like that, because Alyssa’s side of the bed is completely empty. Did she take off in the middle of the night? Is she still mad about me texting David? Maybe I should tell her who it was I had to talk to all night so she isn’t angry with me.

I sit up in a panic. My head spins from the sudden motion but rights itself quickly. I grab my phone from beside my bed, checking to see if she mentioned leaving. All I have are a few missed texts from David that can obviously wait.

I’m about to call out for her, in case she’s still in my house, when I hear the shower running in my bathroom. My heart relaxes. She hasn’t left. She’s in the shower.

If I thought the image of Alyssa sucking me off to wake me up was hot, I should have considered what it would be like to shower with her. Thinking about her completely naked beneath the spray has my morning wood harder than ever before. I throw off the covers and toss my boxers to the floor so I can join her.

Alyssa’s phone, sitting on the nightstand where I left it last night, buzzes with a text. I ignore the vibration, desperate to join my girl for early morning passion. We’ve had sex in her apartment, my new restaurant, the classroom, and pretty much every room in my mansion, but shower sex is something we haven’t tried yet. I have no idea how I’ve gone a full month without seeing her body covered in soap suds and streams of warm water.

If I don’t get into the bathroom soon, I might explode all over the floor. My cleaning lady would not be happy to get that stain out of the antique carpet.

Then Alyssa’s phone goes off again. Sigh. I have to check who it is. What if it’s an emergency or something? Not that a person should be texting if it’s an emergency, but people these days are idiotic in that way. If there’s something going on with one of Alyssa’s grandparents, she needs to know. I have no choice but to check the texts for her.

I turn over the phone and unlock it using the code Alyssa gave me. She uses her grandparents’ wedding year as her code for everything. It just goes to show how close she is with the people who raised her. All the more reason to make sure everything is okay.

Two texts from the same unknown number sit unopened in her messaging app.

“Hey baby,” reads the first one. It’s quickly followed by, “What are you doing tonight?”

My face reddens with anger. Alyssa and I haven’t labeled our relationship per se, but we absolutely established exclusivity. I told her within our first week together that I wanted to see her and only her. Alyssa swore she felt the same way. She’s been completely faithful to me since we started dating. Who is this asshole texting her? Is he an old boyfriend?

The area code matches mine, so he’s definitely someone Alyssa met here in the city. When could she have met someone? This doesn’t make any sense.

There’s no way sweet, innocent Alyssa is cheating on me. She would never do that. She gave me flack for the date with Jasmine before Alyssa and I made it official. Last night, when I was texting David, Alyssa was acting very jealous. She wouldn’t have behaved that way if she was cheating. Unless, of course, she wanted to hide her own infidelity by assuming I was cheating, too.

No, I think.Not my Alyssa.

I refuse to believe she would be capable of deception. She was a virgin when we first got together! Plus, we’ve spent nearly every night either together or constantly talking since we started this relationship.

This guy probably has the wrong number. That’s the only option. In fact, some girl probably gave him a fake number at a bar last night and it wound up being Alyssa’s number by mistake.

Yes, that has to be it.

I’m about to respond as such when another text comes in with a beep.

“Because I would really like to get a taste if you know what I mean.”

That’s it! I nearly throw the phone against the wall, but I force myself to hold onto it.

“Who is this?” I ask the mysterious texter. We have to get this straightened out before Alyssa is finished with her shower. I have no idea how long she’s been in there. With every passing second, my chances of shower sex are getting smaller and smaller. That might have to wait until tomorrow.

“Alyssa, come on, baby. You know exactly who this is. I rocked your world last week, remember? Don’t tell me you forgot.”

The phone falls to the floor. My carpeting prevents it from cracking, fortunately.

My mind races. When could Alyssa have slept with this guy? Then it hits me. There was one day last week when Alyssa and I weren’t together. It was Tuesday night and we had been texting constantly since class ended, but she had a lot of homework (thanks to me), so she didn’t want to hang out. She was completely distracted by me and didn’t get much homework done anyway. She ended up finishing it on the train into class Wednesday morning.

Around eight that night, Alyssa stopped responding to my texts. I panicked at first, but figured she was hunkering down on her homework or something. The following morning, she responded to my frantic messages with an apology. She told me she had just fallen asleep and that I shouldn’t worry too much.

Now I know she was lying. That had to have been the night when Alyssa hooked up with this random stranger.

I’m stunned. Clearly, I didn’t know Alyssa as well as I thought I did if she’s capable of something as horrible as this. What an idiot I’ve been! I was making plans for forever while she made plans to screw other guys behind my back.

The water stops running and I barge into the bathroom to find Alyssa stepping out of my glass-enclosed shower.

“Get out!” I scream at her.

She looks startled. “What’s going on? Is there an emergency?”