Seventy Three

“You’re still in bed seriously? Baby, I told you we would be having a royal breakfast and we can’t afford to be late!”, Sia yells as he stepped into his room. He is fully dressed, spotting a white tee and cargo pants.

I roll my eyes at him. “It’s your fault I’m still in bed”.

“And how is it my fault?”.

“It’s your fault I’, sore”, I mutter, my cheeks heating up as I remember last night.

“Oh really? So you’re blaming me for making love to you? I was only carrying out your request”.

“I said you could make love to me not drive me to the point of exhaustion. Hey! What are you doing?”, I yell as he rips the sheets from me. His eyes widen when he saw it. The blood I have been so desperately trying to hide.

“Jesus what happened here? It’s like I fucked virgins last night. Did your hurt yourself Crinka? Talk to me baby”.

“You’re really clueless aren’t you?”, I mumble, looking away.

“Clueless? What do you mean..”, he paused, his mouth forming an ‘oo’ as realization hit him.

“Yeah”.

“That’s some