Louise Rose

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I rolled over and felt him beside me. I opened my eyes, and reality hit me hard.

Shit. What the hell did we just do?

Embarrassment crawled all over me, and I slowly rolled away from him, not wanting him to wake up. As I stumbled out of bed, my body almost fell to the floor. Once I got up, I hurried straight to the bathroom to fix myself.

Shit. Oh, dear God. My goodness!

What the heck just happened? My goodness, me. What am I gonna do now? Think. Think, Louise!

It's not even six o'clock, and the sky is clear. Although the sun hasn't risen yet, I can escape this by opening the flower stall as early as possible.

Yes. That's definitely the best excuse I could do to save myself from this shit. I have no courage to face him now.

I quickly grabbed my things and my car keys. The moment I got out of the house, I ran towards my car to go to the shop.

I yawned as I arranged the last flower in the vase. Canor, the owner of the little convenience shop, is not yet here, and only Gary, one of the staff members, is on duty.

I had a coffee thirty minutes ago and am still very sleepy.

I don't know what time Hendrix and I went to sleep last night. As far as I remember, we had a few rounds, and it lasted until two o'clock in the morning. I glanced at the time on my bedside table before he cuddled me in a spooning position, and then we fell asleep.

My Dear God. That was breathtaking last night—the best of the best in my life. But I don't know what it was for him. It could be a one-night stand and nothing.

"Need another coffee, Louise?" Gary asked.

"Yes, please. All black. Thank you!" I yelled out.

I did not notice the time as customers kept coming. Shella will be here at ten. My stomach rumbles, now asking for food after those two cups.

"Thank you," I say to the old lady as I hand her the flower I made.

"Very beautiful, dear. Thank you," she said and walked away.

I observed her from a distance and thought of Rosy. I should call her before lunch to see how she's doing. I forgot to call her last night because I got distracted by my own feelings and thoughts. Also, Hendrix came unexpectedly, so I forgot.

 "Hello, Louise!" Shellia's cheerful voice called from behind.

"Oh, thank goodness! I'm starving," I said as I removed my apron. She grabs her apron and puts it on.

"Didn't you have breakfast? You usually have a full plate. This is new of you, Louise." She looked at me suspiciously, and then she took over my position.

"No, I did not. I was in a hurry," I lied.

Yes, I was in a hurry to get out of bed, ashamed of what Hendrix and I had done.

I wonder if he's already awake?

I looked at the time on my wristwatch. I bet he is. And if he did, where did he go? Did he go home? Am I safe to go back now? Ugh, I don't know.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm good. I-I'm just calculating something," I stammered and slightly laughed.

"Okay. . . Are you sure? You look lost, Louise. Are you and Hendrix are okay? Or is he giving you a hard time?"

I blinked rapidly, and my heart raced. No. I cannot tell her what happened last night.

"We are good. Yes, we are! There is nothing to worry about," I spun my body and quickly grabbed the bunch of roses to take with me.

"Are you going home?"

"No. I will visit Rosy and will have lunch with her. I'll be back by two." I waved, and she nodded in return.

I sighed, my mind still out of sorts. I can't think straight. It felt like my mind was a recorder playing what just happened between me and Hendrix.

I can't stop thinking about him since I woke up. I still feel his lips on mine and sense him beneath me. I can even feel his stiff shaft inside me like it was buried inside.

Oh, hell. This is wild.

***

Hendrix

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I gritted my teeth, and my mind thought like a hundred miles per hour.

Damn it. Where the hell did she go? Why left me?

I hate to admit it, but last night was different from all of my experiences.

I rake my hair, feeling frustrated. I know I'm a jerk. It was my fault, and I lost control of myself.

I've been thinking of her since the first day I met her. She's gorgeous as hell and attractive. I know myself and deny our attraction, so I made up all the excuses I could offer her to stay at the job.

I'm deceiving myself. I know that.

I like her. I'm attracted to her. I want her and have been imagining her in all fucking ways in my system. It's not like I don't know anything because, the truth, I know everything about her.

Damn it. I need to talk to her. I need to sort this out.

"Good morning, Hendrix. How's your morning, bro?" Bryce asked.

I'm going through my usual routine with him and Diezel. It's clear that they are both dealing with a hangover.

What time did you come back, or did you go straight home? God, I must have cracked open a lot of beer, Bryce. I felt as if my head were split in two." Diezel sipped his coffee before looking at me.

"Yeah, I didn't notice you, Hend. Did you come back home?" Bryce is looking at me now, waiting for my answer.

I cleared my throat and avoided their gazes. "I went straight home."

"Really?" Diezel smirked. "That's a big fat lie, Hendrix. I went to your house, but you weren't home. Knox was there, and I asked him. He said you were out."

I glanced at the two, and their suspicious looks made me want to laugh.

"Yeah, I stayed out with someone."

"Fuck, who?" Diezel snorted and shook his head. "This is new. The mighty ex-prince was sleeping out with someone."

"Was it a woman? Who amongst the ten candidates did you sleep last night?" Bryce sniffed suspiciously like a K9.

I took a deep breath before answering them.

"I went to Louise's house and stayed there for the night," I swallowed the lump in my throat. I wonder if she is back now. I really want to talk to her.

"And? What happened?" Diezel grin. "Did something happen? Did you kiss her?"

Fuck. It was more than a kiss, alright.

"I fucked her," I said in a low voice, not looking at them in the eyes.

"What the actual fuck." Bryce is surprised.

"Shit, bro. You are deadpan. Fuck. Lucky asshole." Diezel shook his head.

I gritted my teeth. "Yeah. I know I'm a jerk for doing that, but I have no fucking regrets."

"You better be not. It's the woman who will have the regrets, you dickhead," Bryce snorted and laughed. "What happened next? Did you speak to her afterward?"

"No. She left me. . . I woke up alone in her bed," I gritted my teeth. That leaves a pang in my chest.

"What?" Diezel's jaw dropped. "She left you at her own place? Fuck, ass." He laughed hard. 

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c.m. louden