Noise. Why am I waking up to noise so early? I frowned as I looked around and became a little nervous. I have no idea where I am and my head is pounding tremendously. More noise, a different noise this time and I sit up slowly running my hand through my hair.
"Well good afternoon." I squinted in the direction the overly cheerful greeting came from and saw a happy Mark. He was looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,
"Am I at your place?" He laughed and nodded as he hit a button on the blender again. I'm naked on the floor wrapped in a sheet. It must have been great sex for us to not even make it to the bedroom. I stood up and heard the sounds of music,
"What are you listening to?" He smiled as he poured something into a glass then walked over to me,
"Cursive. You like?" I shrugged and took the glass from him,
"I guess." I smelled his concoction before taking a sip,
"It's bananas, strawberries a little herbal vitamins and soy milk. It will have you up and ready to go in no time." Mark was somewhat of a health nut but he did dabble in the occasional recreational drug. I took a sip and looked around,
"What time is it?" It blows my mind that as much as my head is killing me, if I had woke up earlier it would, although I can't imagine it, be worse.
"It's a little after two." Time flies when you're drunk and wasted. I stood up, in all my naked glory, and did a three hundred and sixty degree turn,
"Where's your bathroom?" He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist,
"You were great last night. Even better than usual." As he kissed my neck and my eyes closed and I tried to shake the lethargic hold my previous night had on me.
"Better why?" He started in on my ear as he mumbled,
"You just did everything and on top of all that, you gave up control. You were entirely submissive." I think since I came into my own sexually there has only been two people who have been able to dominate me in bed, Juliana and of course Steven,
"And for whatever reason the anal was so easy." Now that he mentioned it I can still feel the after effects of that nasty little act. Now that was something that was a shock when I was introduced to it. It's very rare that I let anyone do that. Only the guys I had sex with in Italy when I experienced bondage for the first time, Steven, Mark, well now that I think of it, it's rare if the guy doesn't get to do it if he and I are semi regular sex partners. I gripped his shoulders,
"Ok, so bathroom?" He pulled back and released me,
"Back over there." He pointed me in the right direction. I closed the door behind me and turned on the water. As I waited for it to get warm I looked in the mirror and saw disaster,
"Thank God I don't have a photoshoot today." My heart raced as I thought about my day for the first time. Do I have a photoshoot today? I have no idea what my day included and it's already after two.
"Damn, fuck!" I frantically ran out of the bathroom and searched for my clothes and my cell phone simultaneously which was proving to be quite ineffective,
"Whoa, what's wrong?" Mark came over and held me in place and I tried to squirm out of his reach like some little child,
"My day...my schedule. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be working today. I need my cell phone." He began to search with me and walked back over with my little bag in his hand,
"Is it in here?" I snatched the purse from him and pulled out my phone. After turning it on I saw there were several messages and even more missed calls. I didn't want to listen to the messages; it scared me to think of what I may have missed. I hit the phone book button and then hit the number two, Cori. The first ring wasn't even complete before I heard her frantic voice,
"Brehan, where are you? Are you ok? I've been calling all over for you." Damn, my stomach dropped somewhere south of my knees and my mouth was now as dry as the Sahara,
"What have I missed?" Vogue, Bazaar or a TV interview? How have I just killed my career?
"Mr. Rosenberg, the lawyer Steven set up. He's been calling me all morning."
"Shit. What time was I supposed to meet him? The lawyer has been calling?" Without hesitation as usual,
"Ten." she stated.
"It's too late to see him. He left for the week at twelve. Steven has been calling." I groaned from the realization that another fight with Steven was coming,
"Is there a number where I can call him and have a telephone interview?" She sighed and I knew it wasn't a good sign,
"I've tried his home and cell. Not responding, vacation with the family." I released a strangled cry of frustration and ran my hand through my hair,
"Ok, well what else am I supposed to do today? Please tell me nothing." Mark was busy gathering my clothes; it was obvious I wasn't going to be staying.
"You missed your appointment with Riana." This was just going for bad to worse,
"Why was I supposed to see her?" I walked over to the couch and picked up my dress to see it was stained. What the fuck happened last night?
Chapter 95 contd
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