Chapter 2 - Adrian

Light comes faintly through the rattled curtain by the window. It is morning and I feel crushed like shit on the asphalt. What's more, I also had a strange dream. Maybe it would be better to consider it a nightmare since I was fucking the only girl on the face of the earth that I shouldn't be fucking even in my imagination.

But how much fucking did I drink last night?

In my mouth I still have the taste of alcohol and also of sex, of pussy that I licked with gusto. And speaking of sex...I must have been really fucked up to be in a bed that is not mine and a woman's body weighing down on me and breathing softly, tickling my throat.

I move slowly, not wanting to wake her and run the risk of having to make up a lie to justify what will now be my sudden disappearance.

We fucked. Stop.

And go figure she was drunk too, so we're even.

I slowly pull away her arms holding me tightly, intimidated almost that I might leave her alone in this bed and what I see makes me shiver and these are shivers of fear.

"Shit! Shit, it can't be!"

It's Tessa.

She is Theresa, William's girlfriend and William is my brother.

This was not a nightmare, this is real.

Memories come jumbling in to show me what happened yesterday. We were at the Roberts' and we're still at Jonny and Martha's house, we're in one of the guest rooms of their huge home and here I shouldn't be with her, William should be.

How the fuck did I get into this situation?

Yeah, my brother is to blame. He was the sober one, and after all, he's always the one who stays sane in any situation because of his job. He cares about his police uniform more than his own fun, and yesterday he was called almost at the end of the party because of his being on call.

He asked me to keep an eye on his Tessa because she was drunk and they had even had a fight and I did Theresa.

"Mmm. William."

He murmured my brother's name in his sleep, and for a moment I breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of us was lucid enough to realize what we were doing even though I remember everything now, I also remember asking her to suck me off and Theresa took it in my mouth.

It was supposed to be her first blowjob but fuck, I almost came between her lips.

Theresa.

I fucked her, I licked her hot, hot sex first and then I went inside her and she was tight, she was tight but fucking cozy.

Theresa.

And now she is here sleeping with pouty lips, completely naked and curled up like a baby. She slept on my chest and I slept with her, me not sleeping with anyone after that because I hate that kind of contact, I hate that sex can become anything else because I don't need it.

I quickly get up and get dressed as best I can, reach the door and then turn to look at her again. I go back only to cover her with the sheet and then leave, hurry out of the room and reach the kitchen.

It's absurdly quiet, everyone is still asleep, and I take the opportunity to eat breakfast and then get the hell out of there.

"Adrian!"

"Fuck!"

I gasp in fright and the milk container, which I took from the refrigerator at the Roberts house, slips out of my hand, lands on the floor and makes a mess.

"Did I scare you?"

"What do you think?"

William bursts out laughing and I loathe him right away, I would swell his face with blows just to get that smirk off his face. He is still wearing his uniform and must have just returned from his work shift.

When he pulls all-nighters he always has purple circles under his eyes, and I'm convinced his eyes would turn purple too if he knew what I did. Then I would turn purple too, covered in bruises after fighting with him.

"Tessa?"

I pick up a rag from the messy kitchen counter and try to wipe the milk on the floor so as not to look William in the eye.

What the fuck do I say to him now?

"I think he's still asleep."

"What do you mean you 'think he's still asleep'?"

"I think so, yes. I can't know for sure, and besides, it's not like I slept with her."

No, I didn't sleep with her. First I fucked with her and then exhausted I collapsed with her by my side. This does not necessarily mean sleeping together.

"Adrian, I told you to keep an eye on her since she was overdoing her drinking yesterday."

"Yes, but you didn't ask me to sleep with her."

"No, I didn't. She would be missed...but at least you should have made sure she went to sleep."

"William, she's here! She must be sleeping inside one of the guest rooms, take it easy--what could have happened to her? At most she spent the night in the bathroom throwing up."

Or getting it on with me. I bite my lip to keep from saying it out loud.

"All right! Next time I'll think twice before asking you for a favor."

You should also fuck her more because from what it seemed to me tonight, your Tessa is a dissatisfied woman.

"Sir!"

"I'll go find her."

Her words chill me. Theresa is naked in that bed. William might see her and think she has cheated on him with someone, and apart from me and Jonny sleeping with his girlfriend, or Charles being gay, there are no other guys left after the party.

"Good morning!"

We both turn around. Theresa stands in the doorway, her clothes full of wrinkles that I took off of her tonight, and she crinkles her eyes, her hair a mess, her mouth yawning-the same mouth that I kissed, the same mouth that welcomed my cock to suck it hard and barely scratch it with her teeth.