Page 19 of My So-Called Perfect Life

The soundof a blaring horn wakes me. I open my eyes to find myself in darkness. The streetlamp outside the window is the only light streaming in. And, I’m alone.

Where the hell is Ryan?

My body protests as I roll over and sit up. As I look for a clock, visions of what just transpired flash through my mind.

Fingers. Tongues.

Pierced cock.

Many, many orgasms.

After an experience like that, I would’ve thought Ryan would be comatose. But here I am, in this strange apartment. Alone.

Where the hell is my purse? More importantly, where are my panties?

What the hell did I get myself into?

I feel discombobulated.

A red light shines in the corner of the room. Twelve-twenty.

Awesome.

Ryan hit it and quit it.

Asshole! What did I expect from a guy who has fuckpad above the place where he works?

I see my purse sitting on the small table in the kitchen area.

My legs feel like mush as I push off the bed and walk toward the table. My hips ache, and I need some water. I just knew I was going to need to be scraped up off the floor when Ryan was done with me.

Jesus, I feel like I ran a marathon.

There’s no way I’m walking back home at this hour. Pulling my phone from my bag, I open my trusty Uber app to call for another ride home. Two nights in a row. This is starting to become a habit.

The screen is filled with a slew of texts from my sister and Mercy. Several missed calls from each of them, plus one from my parents.

I shoot off a group text to Mercy and Amelia, letting them know I’m okay.

Me:I’m fine. Went for drinks. Made some stupid choices. Ubering back to my place now. Talk to you tomorrow.

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My morning wake-upcall consists of a pillow being dropped on my face and Mercy’s voice.

“Wake up, bitch! You’ve got some ’splainin’ to do,” she says in her best Ricky Ricardo voice.

“Ugh!” I moan. “Go away!”

“Nope, let’s go. Get your ass up.”

I pull the covers up and over my head to hide. “You’re so annoying. What time is it?”

“It’s ten, and fair warning, Amelia is on her way over.”

“Whyyy?” I whine, flipping the blanket down off my head. “Isn’t she supposed to be at work?”

Mercy laughs. “She took the day off because she’s fairly certain her sister is having a mental breakdown since she went out and made stupid decisions last night. You’re lucky she didn’t show up after that text you sent. I’ve been fielding texts from her all morning, asking if I think you’re losing it.”