Chapter 11

  Cainine’s POV.

I. Need. Several. Painkillers… No, scratch that, I need enough painkillers to knock me back out because how does everything hurt so much? Hell, I’m scared to open my eyes in fear my eyeballs will shrink and fall off.

I’ve clenched my jaw so hard through the night, unclenching it is a painful relief and I find myself groaning a whine. Whatever I had last night must have been strong. Fuck.

I slowly raise my hand and push my hair back, my eyes still closed as I massage my scalp trying to ease the pain.

What the fuck even happened last night? Last think I recall is being humped with Tia. Other than that, there’s flashes of some girl moaning which is nothing new or surprising.

My brain is still trying to adjust to the present events and bring me back to life; last night’s events were the least of my concerns to be honest.

There’s movement beside me and something soft and silky tickles my chin. Hair obviously. Damn, whoever I fucked last night has no sleeping boundaries at all. She moves again and I feel as her hands slip around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Her light head on my chest as she nuzzles into my neck in the most adorable way.

At this point, I’m curious so I struggle and open my eyes, my sight blurry and painful as expected.

“Fucking hell” I mutter in pain. Damn, my own voice was torturing me.

“Oh god-” a small voice speaks “Are you okay?” too soft to pierce through my head or cause any pain… That accent-

No… It can’t be who I think it is. She’d never- My blurry sight immediately goes clear and I lift my head to confirm my thoughts. And as my eyes meet these confused, worried, chocolate ones, I can only think of one thing… “Holy shit.”

“What?” she asks then looks between us taking in the position we’re in. “Oh, crap. I- I’m sorry” she messily scrambles to her side of the bed and I continue watching her wide eyed.

The position we were in wasn’t it. Sparks could sleep on top of me for as long as she wanted to be honest. It’s just that, the moans… They were hers?

“You need painkillers, right?” before I can even think of a reply a blurry image of her on the floor and me kissing her plays in my mind and I gasp. “Cainine… What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re scaring me” Her placing my hand beneath her shirt. “Hey…” throwing her head back, moans, kissing. Oh, my fucking- “Cain-“

“Th- I… Fuck…” did it really happen. I thought she found me disgusting in a way.

“Are you in that much pain?” Sparks searches my face, a cute frown on hers and I fight back a grin.

“Food” is the first thing I say “I need food, water… ” This was unbelievable.

“Okay” she drags her word staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

We couldn’t have. She couldn’t have let me touch her like that. Sparks thinks of me as a walking STD, a whore, why would she? Pft she fucking wouldn’t.

But then again, my brain never lies. Sure, I get drunk and forget shit, but as soon as I get up… It comes back to me like missing puzzle pieces. Slowly by slowly until I remember most of the events that happened and whatever I recall is always true. So, if I recall fucking Sparks then I did and why else would I be in this fairy tale house with a bed that looks like a cunt? It’s so pink it hurts.

“Will you come with me then?” I blink several times and push my hair out of my face coming to another big realization that I’m stripped down to my inside long-sleeved t-shirt and boxer briefs.

What the fuck? Shock, that’s what I’m undergoing. “Okay, stay here then.”

“N-no, I’ll come with. I just need my clothes. Where are they?” I ask avoiding eye contact. I never undress, no girl has ever stripped me, did she? I am so confused. Why did she? Why did I let her?

“Oh, things got a little messy last night so they’re in the wash” she smiles and I gulp.

“Oh shit” I mutter. What happened last night?

She gets out of bed and as usual my eyes trail down her body, she’s still dressed in last night’s clothes and this confuses me more. How is she dressed in anything and I’m half naked?

I barely have time but still notice how the lighting here was better, giving me a view of her sexy thighs. How dumb can I be? This is the type of woman you fuck when you’re a little sober not dead on drunk now I can’t even remember the feeling.

“Up here you perv” she snaps her fingers.

“Why would I look up there when there’s a better view down here?” I grin before looking up at her. She shakes her head and walks away leaving the hottest view of her perfect ass in shorts.

“Damn.” I had that for dinner last night and I don’t even recall it, what a fucking disappointment I am.

I slowly get up, pulling my t-shirt up my neck to cover up any visible scar, thanking the heavens I wore bigger shorts last night. I just fucking hope she didn’t remove anything below what I have on. Otherwise, I don’t think I’d be able to face her again.

I drag my feet to the kitchen behind her trying to rid of stupid insecurities and memories that might ruin this morning.

Now picture this, you know Tinker Bell? That sexy fairy from Peter Pan. If she had an apartment, it would look exactly like this. Flowers everywhere, a transparent cube shaped aquarium with gold fish swimming happily, pink wallpaper. It’s quite bright and refreshing to be honest. I’ve always wanted to have an aquarium with a big shark in it, the problem is maintenance. It would die because I rarely go back to my house. Maybe when I settle down, I’ll get one. I don’t really know what I want now.

My eyes finally land on Flame who is busy looking for something in the refrigerator, I sit on the wooden stool next to the counter and lay my pounding head on the grey marble counter top.

“Pancakes or eggs on toast?”

“Cereal” I grumble.

“Seriously?”

“Mh-hm”

“You woke up and asked for food first thing so I bet you’re hungry” she points out.

I had my last meal yesterday lunch so I am, but I don’t want to bother her. “Not really, no.”

“Shut up and let me make you breakfast.” I lift my head and look at her. She looks gorgeous in her element.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No” she says already getting bowls from her cabinet “Since you’re being stubborn, you get both.”

I shrug “Why would I complain? Nothing beats getting your breakfast made by a sexy woman.” Who you fucked the previous night might I add.

“I love cooking” she states mixing flour and butter in the Bowl.

“Is that right? Well, I love eating I just don’t have time to eat. I’m busy most of the time and I don’t like cooking” I mutter, propping my elbows on the counter and watching at her.

“Busy doing what? Getting drunk and fucking around” She’s so judgmental. I chuckle.

Well okay, if that’s how she sees me.

“I have a gym to run thank you very much. Plus, I have classes, basketball games, a stupid modelling gig and at times my dad’s jobs” I notice her smile fade away at the mention of my dad’s name. Hmm look at that even a person who knew nothing about the old man frowned a bit at the mention of his name.

“Modelling?”

“Yeah, I got into it a while ago so I could buy off my gym from my dad, but I can’t fucking get out of the contract” I explain, wincing inwardly at how much I’m over-sharing.

“Oh shit, contracts can ruin your life.”

“Tell me about it” I sigh.

“You’re a busy lady, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea. That’s why I need to let off some steam at times” I yawn.

“By getting drunk and fucking around” she says that as if I didn’t fuck her last night. Anyway, I didn’t expect any less from her. Of course she’d act like nothing happened. And I’m supposed to be okay with that. I am okay with that.

With flour on her cheeks, she puts the bowl in the mixer and I can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks right now. Making breakfast… for me.

“You have a little flour on your…” I point her cheek and she scoffs a laugh and shrugs.

“I know, it gets kind of messy when I make pancakes.”

“It’s adorable” I laugh.

“Oh, you think so?” She raises her brow in question, leaning closer to me from the other side of the counter and I find myself leaning closer to her, grinning. I’m about to respond with something not so adorable when she suddenly cups my cheeks, spreading the flour in her hands all over my skin.

“Son of a bitch-” I gasp.

“Now you’re cute too” she giggles as she walks away from me to withdraw the bowl from the mixer and I waste no time getting up and walking to her side of the counter.

Let’s play Sparks.

She turns, bowl in hand, and finds me in her space, and I take the bowl from her hand and place it on the counter for her. Taking pleasure in how easy it was to corner her, she actually seemed a little flustered today.

“Am I now?” I mutter my eyes boring into her wide ones.

“H- huh?” she actually stutters as her back presses against the counter and I prop my hands against the counter on either of her sides as I lean in closer, challenging her.

“You know, your lips always look so tasty. It got me wondering how they’d taste with a little… Butter on them” I mutter my eyes still capturing hers but darting to her lips for a second as my hand sneaks behind her and I scoop some butter in my fingers.

“What?” she frowns and it only hardens when I smear the smooth oily butter down hips to her chin. “Fucking hell, Cainine” Sparks half screams a gasp and I burst into laughter watching her cute, angry expression as she shoves me but I don’t budge. I’m not done yet.

“I- I ju… I just can’t…” I laugh my hangover being forgotten for a minute there. In fact, I feel alive.

Her expression is priceless, her nose scrunched up, a cringe on her adorable face as she reaches for the butter herself and I act on instinct and grab her hand by the wrist to stop her.

“Whoa there, calm down, Sparks.” I whisper, my grin still intact.

“You’re fucking annoying, you know that?” she speaks her voice and tone too soft to affect me negatively. In fact, I find myself leaning closer to her.

“Oh yeah?” my lips brush hers and I inwardly sigh at the contact watching as her eyes drop to my lips.

I dart my tongue out and lick her lower lip, tasting the butter I smeared on it. I really don’t like oily foods, but anything would taste good on Sparks.

“Tell me just how annoying I am, Sparks.” I whisper before pulling her lower lip between my teeth and feeling how she subtly leans into me, pushing me to go further. I suck the salty butter from her lip, my eyes fluttering shut along with hers as I pull her closer to me by the waist. She feels so delicate and soft in my arms as I press her against the counter and she kisses me back. Oh, how bad I wanted to make her feel good, make her feel like she was the only woman in the world. Sober this time…

I feel that familiar stinging sensation in my left palm that I get whenever I’m sexually frustrated. And my breathing gets heavier, the need to take Sparks right here against the counter becoming dire as she swings her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, moaning into the kiss

I quickly pull away from Sparks, trying to control my shudders as I take a step away from her. What the actual fuck? This doesn’t happen; I barely get lost in people during sex let alone just a simple make out. In fact, the last time I felt this ache and need was with… Her. I was in too deep with her, anything we did got me worked up. This was weird though because Sparks was doing nothing and I was already needy and panting like a dog.

“Fuck” I turn away from her and shut my eyes tight trying to catch my breath. Hayley loved when I was this frustrated and ‘hard for her’ as she put it.

I can’t afford being a needy little bitch again.

“Are you okay?” Flame asks concern clear in her voice.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine” I sigh.

“Damn, I thought you were about to turn into a vampire” she laughs and I scoff a laugh still looking at the tiled wall of her kitchen. I was going to turn into something worse than that-

“Sparks…”

“Hmm?” she hums walking away from me to get the pan and I move back to the counter as far away from her as possible.

“Did we fuck last night?” I finally ask the question that’s been bugging me all morning and I hear her suck in a sharp breath and cough a little. Wow, the topic was that delicate? Just how much did she hate it?

“What?” she looks at me eyes wide “What gave you that idea?”

“We didn’t?” I raise a brow. But my memories-

“No…” she places a pan on the stove and avoids eye contact “We- kissed and…” she clears her throat and I’m smiling by now; She looks so cute as she struggles to explain herself. “I… I let you touch me.” Her reaction was so amusing there was no room for disappointment.

Look at that, it was too good to be true, huh? I should’ve known better.

“What?” I smile wider when her cheeks turn redder and she busies herself with cooking.

“N-no not there” she warns me with a point of her finger and I hold back a snort.

“Where then?” I knew where, I just want her to go on, I was enjoying this.

“I’m not telling you” She finally meets my eyes and narrows hers making me chuckle.

That explains a lot. My memories weren’t false, they were just… Incomplete.

“Then why were you in bed with me?” I ask.

“Because I put you there and you couldn’t stop talking so I just- Stayed and fell asleep”. Fucking hell-

“I hope I didn’t say anything fucked up” I cringe already knowing I couldn’t count on that. Who knows what I told her?

“Nope” she looks away from me again. Was she lying? Good, because I didn’t want to know what I told her.

If I remembered it, I’d remember it far away from her.

“And why was I undressed?”

“Well, turns out I’m not the only one who throws up when they over drink” she winks at me and I feel like disappearing.

She should take the opportunity and fuck me right now because I don’t think I’d see her again after today.

“Oh, I should have known better” I scoff.

Of course she wouldn’t want you, Ali. She knows better.

“Well, we almost did but we didn’t…” she shrugs, completely unphased.

“Thank goodness, right?”

“Should I be offended that you’re relieved that nothing happened between us?” She asks a cute frown on her brows as she turns back to the stove.

“No” I laugh “If I’m going be having something as tasty as you, I need to at least be sober to recall and feel everything” I shrug meaning it more that she’d ever know.

“But that will never happen” she mutters.

“I know, that’s why I’ll never be sober.” She laughs along with me and I lean back against the counter watching as she makes me breakfast.

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