I Hate You, Aurora

BRIAN

I turned to the other side of the bed and surprisingly, my hands spanked soft butts instead. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes despite the fact that the sun was penetrating into the room making my vision unstable.

My hands fondled those butts again and I felt alive. Was Aurora back? Did we just sleep together?

I rolled off the bed stark naked and I wondered how I slept naked. I never sleep naked. “Guard —“ I called repeatedly but there was no answer.

“Good morning, Brian.” My head snapped towards the bed, to the owner of the voice. It surely doesn’t sound like Aurora’s. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked over to the bed again.

My suspicions were confirmed. It wasn’t Aurora. “Did you sleep well?” Lying on the bed was Sierra, my supposed bride before Aurora came along and I fell in love with her.

My face deepened into a frown at the thought of what had happened between us. “What are you doing here?”” I asked. It was a stupid question that had an obvious answer.

Sierra smiled happily,