Page 5 of Caught off Guard

My heart rate increased as I tried to pull my arm from under the hairy weight of that head. I jerked my arm a couple of inches but still could barely lift it. Why was Sophie’s head so heavy?

After straightening my body and giving my head a quick jerk, I finally pulled away from her. I slowly pushed the weighted beige cover back and sat up. With great care and a heavy neck, Ilifted my torso and shifted my legs over the side of the bed. I held my head in my hands to still the spinning that threatened to split my head in half.

“Uh…” A deep moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

I turned to see if I had disturbed Sophie. She was still knocked out. I gripped the edge of the firm mattress and noticed one, two, three heavily used condoms strewn across the gray carpet. Whatever Sophie and I did last night and this morning was top-tier nasty.

I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes to slow down my thoughts. This situation was uncharacteristic of the orderly, strategic guy I prided myself on being. But Sophie reminded me of Cece, the missing piece of my heart I had lost. Last night exposed my brokenness and weaknesses. I used this Cece lookalike to plug holes in me I hadn’t fixed. Instead of removing my sadness, I complicated matters.

I glanced back toward Sophie again. The sexing I gave her had her out like a light. She lay as still as a statue, with her arms splayed above the crumpled covers that hung off the side of the bed.

We were nastyandmessy. My boxers and clothes were piled in a heap by the window. I frowned at the five empty shot glasses and a big, almost empty bottle of vodka scattered across a low wooden coffee table. And why was Sophie’s barely-there red bra hanging off the standing lamp by the TV?

I racked my brain to retrace the steps that led me here, tapping my temple with my index finger as the sequence of events slowly came back to me.

I recalled getting in the back seat of my SUV and pulling the partition up so Wayne and Luther couldn’t hear us in the back. When we were alone, I almost kissed Sophie’s face off. Or was I kissing Cece? No, it was Sophie. I definitely called her Cece the entire time.

Dag.

When we got to the hotel, Sophie and I made out in the car as Luther registered me under a fake name. Wayne drove us to a back entrance and ushered Sophie and me up a private elevator. Luther opened the door and dropped me off in the room like a kid at daycare. Before he left, he thrust a twelve-pack of extra-large Trojan Magnum condoms in my hand. My eyes drifted to the end table where the opened black box was. Yes, that was what happened.

And speaking of Luther, I would bet anything he was standing outside my hotel door or sitting close by, waiting for me to call him. Since we had something akin to a brotherly relationship, I knew he would lecture me about my odd behavior and remind me about my reputation, much like I lectured the younger Torch players. Although Sophie had a bangin’ body, but it was nothing like my Cece’s. The things my wife could do with her mouth and limbs were out of this world.

I lay on my side and tapped Sophie’s bare shoulder, which peeked above the white sheet.

“Uh…Sophie?”

She didn’t move.

“Sophie?” I spoke louder this time and pushed her shoulder with my hand, imagining the worst when she didn’t budge.

I shook her body somewhat vigorously until she slowly turned toward me. She smacked her lips several times and fluttered her pretty lashes until her brown eyes opened and met mine.

“Good morning.” Her soft voice cracked.

I placed my finger over my nose and backed away as the sharp smell of too much alcohol, cum, and morning breath turned my stomach. I waved toward the bathroom door.

“There should be a toothbrush in the bathroom. Why don’t you take care of your hygiene real quick?” I kept my finger in place and smiled as politely as I could.

Nothing in me wanted to hurt a woman’s feelings on purpose, especially one I banged multiple times, but I had to be truthful.

She tucked her head into her chest and covered her mouth with her hand, rightfully embarrassed. When she removed her hand, she displayed a gold star on her canine I hadn’t noticed in the dark. Where did that come from? Her overall aesthetic had me questioning my life decisions. In the light of day, she looked extremely young and naive, definitely not my type. Lucky for me, this was a one-night stand.

Sophie scurried from the bed naked and slipped on her underwear. When she entered the bathroom and closed the door, I reached for my phone on the nightstand to call Luther. Before I could dial, I saw a message from Dorrian.

Dorrian:

Do you like your gift, Egbon?

I typed my message as quickly and coherently as I could, given my disgust.

Me:

WAs a Mistake. I’ll be alright tho.

I didn’t bother to correct the typos.

Dorrian:

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