The next morning, Justice awoke in foreign surroundings to the smell of maple syrup and what he was sure was sausage. He squinted as he tried to focus through the haze of crusty eyes and morning light. He had no idea just where he was, but floral sheets and fluffy pillows told him that he was a long way from any place he had rested his head as of late. He wiped sleep from his eyes, as visions of his current surroundings became clearer. As he surveyed the room, flashbacks of a night filled with more drinking than usual and canoodling with an unlikely companion began to play back in his head. He began to focus on a picture enclosed in a silver frame, on the nightstand beside the bed, soon realizing that he had seen the child in the photo before. Yes, he knew this child, which sent a slight shock of panic through him, as he quickly realized that he was completely naked underneath the alien covers. “Holy crap! Please, don’t let this be who I think it is,” he mused under his breath as he sat up in the bed, giving the room one more thorough going over. He had to get up! He had to get out of this pretty paradise of a bed and find out just where he was and what he was doing there because if what he was thinking was true then he had just made the second biggest mistake of his life.
Before he could take any physical action to fuel his investigation, the bedroom door opened and there on the other side was his worse fears comfirmed. It was Nikki, complete with breakfast tray in hand. She was dressed in nothing but his shirt from the night before carrying what looked like a breakfast fit for a king. She was absolutely glowing, as she walked the tray filled with breakfast goodies over to the bed. “I wasn’t sure what you like for breakfast, so I just made a little of everything,” she said as she handed the tray over to him.
“Jesus Christ, Nikki, this is a lot of food,” he replied amazed by the spread she had prepared for him. He continued, “I mean, I plan to eat all of it but…sausage, bacon and ham…grits! I love grits…and oh my God…blueberry pancakes. Did we get married last night?” Justice just couldn’t believe how much food there was or that Nikki had cooked it. He didn’t even think that she could boil water, let alone prepare what looked like a good meal. She had everything from grits, fruit, bacon and even eggs, which he hated but wouldn’t dream of mentioning at this point in time, on her little breakfast buffet. He immediately grabbed the glass of orange juice and started drinking it, as his throat was painfully dry.
“Yes, we got married. Don’t you remember?” Nikki replied with a puzzled look, as she climbed into bed beside him. Her revelation caused Justice to choke on the juice he was in the process of swallowing. He began to cough almost violently, as he tried to clear his throat of the juice that had gotten lost on the way down. “Oh my God, Justice, I was kidding. Breathe.” She said as she patted him on the back a couple a times in an attempt to help him clear his throat. “Are you okay?” she asked as he took a couple deep inhales before regaining his composure.
He nodded in response to her last question before saying, “So.” Then he paused for a moment, unsure if he should let the question roll off his tongue or not. She looked at him with somewhat disappointed eyes, as if his response had somehow hurt her feelings, which wasn’t something he wanted to do, especially after she had made him breakfast.
“So,” she repeated giving him a sign that his pause had been too long but he still didn’t know what to say. Instead he just ran his hand through her disheveled hair, then trailed it slowly down her face, over her cheek down to her chin. A gesture that made her smile, but triggered vivid flashbacks of the night before for him. He suddenly could remember every single second of the night before, confirming his fears about having made a major mistake but he couldn’t show his dismay in front of Nikki. What kind of guy would make a girl feel like sex with her was a royal screw up? An asshole and Justice Harrison was no asshole.
“So,” he said and as the words left his mouth he decided, at that moment, the best thing to do was to keep the moment light and playful so he said, “I must have been great last night! Got you up early making me breakfast.”
“Oh my God! Whatever, Just.” She replied before punching him in the shoulder. She continued, “ I was just being nice.”
“Yeah, yeah, St. Nick, I know it’s hard for you to admit. You’ve been running from me for so long and now that I finally caught you-“ he paused for a second to kiss her on her neck before continuing, “I done turned you out! It’s okay. I know, it’s hard for you to admit but your actions are saying all I need to hear.”
“Ha, ha, ha, you’re so funny. You were the one calling my name all night long, mister.” She said grabbing one of the pillows from behind her to hit him with. She enjoyed their playful banter. It was a refreshing change to waking up to an empty bed or a partner who didn’t have two words for you before leaving you alone in bed.
“Well, that may be, Ms. Willi-lambs, but who’s cooking whose breakfast?” he remarked before shoveling another fork full of food in his mouth. He was simply amazed by the fact that Nikki had fixed him breakfast in bed and even more surprised by the fact that everything actually tasted really good. He had been prepared to force down a bite or two in an effort not to be rude, but he was finding it hard to stop eating long enough to carry on their conversation. Ricardo had to be the dumbest man on the planet. He had a wife that had a successful career, was fine as wine, made pretty babies, kept her figure tight, could burn in the kitchen with a sex game that just thinking about was making his stand at attention . What more could a man ask for? Justice knew that Nikki required a mountain of attention but how hard could it be to shower her with it?
“I hate you so much right now,” she giggled. She was glad that not only were they joking about the previous night’s events but also that he was still there so that they could. She had been so afraid that she would wake up to find him gone or worse, that he’d tell her that they’d made a huge mistake. Even though she felt that they had, she didn’t want to hear it from him, not just then anyway. She wanted to hold on to the mirage that the previous night had provided just awhile longer. She felt guilty though, because she knew she had put him in a terrible position with he and Ricardo being somewhat friends or at least close associates, but last night she had needed him more than she had needed any man in a long time. She wasn’t trying to lock him down or make him her new man. She just needed to be with a man who made her feel beautiful both inside and out. She watched him as he took bites of everything on the breakfast tray except the eggs. She almost hated to say it so she said in a somewhat hushed tone, “You know, Ricardo’s going to be pissed if he finds out.”
“Fuck Ricardo.” Justice blurted out through bites of his food, without thought or hesitation, which stunned him almost as much as it stunned her. He continued, “I mean, if you don’t want him to know then that’s cool but I’m not worried about if he finds out. He did you dirty, so he can’t expect some of the dirt not to be kicked back up in face. Plus, what is he gonna do. He can’t beat nothing here.”
“I know,” she paused, “I just don’t want to start any kind of trouble between you two. I’m the root of enough trouble.”
“And so is he.” Justice replied placing his fork on the tray. He sat the tray over to the side and put his hand on Nikki’s thigh saying, “Look, no one has to know what happened here but me and you, but please believe the last thing I’m worried about is what Ricardo is gonna say and I want it to be the last thing you worry about too. I hate his ass, but what happened here can certainly stay here."
Nikki found comfort not only in his words but in his tone. He spoke like a man steadfast in his position. She was content keeping their night of passion a secret. It seemed that everyone else had one, so it would be nice to have a little skeleton in her closet also. She should have been content with layed back flow of things but she wasn't so she said, “I know, I shouldn’t ask but I’ve got to know” she hesitated before continuing, “Would you have come home with me last night, if you hadn’t been drinking?”
“I don’t know. Would you have asked me to come home with you if you hadn’t been drinking?” he responded. That was a good question; one she hadn’t considered. As Nikki had imagined having him in her bed many, many times; never in her wildest dreams did she think that he’d be there in real life. She also didn’t expect his sex to be as amazing as it had been. Of course, she reasoned, it may have just been the liquor. Sitting beside him the next morning seemed to have only made him that more intoxicating and desire for the pleasure he had given her the night before began to moisten her most secret of places. She wasn't sure if it were memories from the night before or lust from seeing him in a new light but she wanted him so badly that she was starting to throb for him. But would he return her advances if she made the first move. Well, there was only one way to find out. He was still looking at her, as if he were waiting for her next question but she had no more to ask him, at least not with words. The question she needed answered could only be answered in the physical and she let him know by leaning over and kissing him on the lips. Gently at first to gauge signs of resistance and being met with none she continued to give him the kiss that would ignite the flame that would allow them to reignite the fires of passion they had shared the night before.
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