The good thing is that nobody knows what happened last night. I keep meaning to text Cherie and make sure that she’s okay, but I’m more worried about what I did. I’m not on the pill, and the sudden realization that I could be carrying his child makes me want to throw up.
Fuck.
My body runs cold and I panic for a moment, sitting completely still on my bed. There’s only one thing to do, even though the thought of doing it fills me with dread.
Without giving it much thought, I grab my phone and fire off a quick text to Cherie. She’s a good friend – hell, she’s my only friend – and I know that she’ll come through for me.
***
I was right. The intercom on the wall buzzes just half an hour later and I hit the button to let her up without even checking that it’s her. Nobody else knows where I live. Well, except for the driver last night, but he looked to be so young that I doubt he even knows what to do with his cock.
The thought makes me giggle, and I open the door for Cherie with a smile on my face.
“You look happy. You got some ass last night, huh?” Cherie bursts through my door and hands me a bag. When I open it and see the Plan B inside I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“Seriously, thank you,” I tell her, ripping open the package. “I, uh…made a questionable choice last night.” She hands me a glass of water and I swallow the pill before continuing. “It didn’t seem questionable at the time, but right now? Yeah.”
“The hot guy at the bar?” When I nod, Cherie continues. “Good for you, Eva. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and it sounds like it was a great way for you to celebrate moving on from your ex. You gonna see him again?”
I choke on my water and Cherie pounds me on the back until I can breathe again. “Not a chance. No way. It was a one time thing and I’m not going down that road again.” I don’t want to admit to her that I don’t even know the guy’s name. A flush tears through my body and I feel my cheeks start to heat.
She smiles, like she can see that I’m not totally convinced myself. “Okay, but was it any good?”
Was it good? Fuck, yeah.
Just her innocent question makes me think about what it felt like to have his huge cock slamming into me. He wasn’t just big, he actually knew what he was doing. He hadn’t given me a choice of orgasm, he just ripped it from my body like he’d had it planned all along.
I take another drink of water. “It was…okay,” I lie. Actually, though, okay doesn’t even begin to describe what it was like to have him filling me. When I squeeze my legs shut, I can almost feel him stretching me out and the way my walls shook. I feel a throbbing low in my core and I look up at the ceiling to distract myself.
“Something up there?” Cherie glances up and then hits me on the arm. “Listen, Eva, there’s nothing wrong with a little mystery sex. You’re fine, okay?”
My lip trembles. I love Cherie, and she’s been good to me, but she doesn’t know the whole truth of who I am. The old Eva – the Eva with a law practice and who sat on boards back in her old town – wouldn’t have a one night stand with some guy, no matter how sexy he was.
I don’t want that Eva to be dead. I just…I don’t mind what happened last night, either. I’m not entirely sure how those two Evas can live together without me going crazy.
“Oh, and I brought you something to eat. You didn’t have as much to drink as I did last night, but I figured that you’d want something to soak up whatever’s left in your stomach.” Cherie rummages in her oversized purse and pulls out a squished bag.
As soon as she hands it to me, my mouth starts to water. I smell biscuits and sausage and something else that’s a little sweet, and I pull them out, piling them on the kitchen counter. The last thing that I pull out of the bag is a small apple pie, and it’s still steaming hot and fresh.
“Pie? For breakfast?” She laughs at the look on my face.
“It’s almost dinner, girl, eat up. Then you and I need to go make some money.” Cherie grabs a second pie from deep within the greasy bag and took a huge bite, moaning as she rolls her eyes back. “I swear,” she says around a bite, “I don’t know what they put in these things, but they’re so damn good. I would eat one every single day if I didn’t have to worry about fitting into my outfits.”
I’m just a waitress but Cherie strips at the club where we work. The owner asked me to consider stripping but I just don’t think I can. Not that I don’t think I would look the part, but really? I can’t imagine taking off my clothes for complete strangers. I’m much better just taking them something to eat and drink, I think.
After we eat, I change and the two of us hang out for a bit before heading off to work. Cherie offers to drive me, and at first, I balk. The last thing I want to do is depend on someone else for a ride when I want to leave, but I finally give in.
Maybe there’s some part of me that likes having someone else take care of me. it still feels weird, though, and I spend part of the ride wishing that I had driven myself.
I don’t have long to think about that though. As soon as
