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the other woman.

The sun beamed through the bedroom window as Oakley opened his eyes for the first time that morning and rubbed at them roughly with the palm of his hands, feeling a burning ache in all of his muscles. He flipped over onto his left side as he began to feel uncomfortable on his right and almost jumped straight out of his bed at the sight. Beside him laid Shanel, splayed out under the covers and very obviously unclothed.

"Fuck man"

The girl began to stir as he spoke out loud and opened her own eyes as a cheeky grin stretched across her face. She rubbed some
sleep out of her own eyes and stretched her arms way above her head, causing the duvet to slip down and reveal her naked chest; Oakley quickly closed his eyes and turned onto his back.

"Morning lover boy"

Shanel's voice was all low and sultry much like it was the night before; it sent shivers down the man's spine. The sight of her naked breasts left him to remember the night they had spent together and it made him sick. He always loved these things in the moment but the next day he'd wake up with his stomach half up his throat from just the thought.

It was gross and sinful, something he shouldn't make a habit of yet he always found himself doing and the prospect of it made stomach acid burn at his throat. Now all of the colour in his face had withdrawn itself and his stomach ached, much like his muscles from the rigorous activity, he participated in only hours earlier. It didn't help that Shanel had begun to wrap herself around him lazily and run her hand up and down his chest thinking it would arouse him, though he was far from that feeling.

"Do you remember all that nasty nasty fun we had last night love? You made me feel so good"

She was teasing him, in hopes of episode two and of course no matter how hard she tried he wasn't letting up. He felt like he'd vomit everywhere if he even so much as tried to kiss her. The woman was doing everything in her power to grasp his sexual attention, running her hands over his chest and nipples, gripping his biceps, running along the waistband of his boxers, even across his smooth thighs; she was getting aggravated, not being used to getting turned down in such a situation.

Oakley was hardly paying attention to the feeling of her hands on his body though because his mind was somewhere else completely. He knew Michaela had said she was coming over today whether he liked it or not and he was trying to remember what time she had said but he couldn't get the picture of last night out of his mind.

The way Shanel had his saliva all over her lips like lip gloss and dribbling down her chin, plus all over her neck and thighs. The way she bit his collarbone and left subtle little bruises to dampen the volume of her moans. The obscene squelch could probably be heard miles away as they fucked. The moment was all mesmerising in a way he didn't like, hated even. He couldn't get it off of his mind as much as he really didn't want it there.

"You needa leave right now Shanel"

The woman was taken aback by his sudden speech and how loud he managed to make it, though that wasn't intentional. He just really wanted her gone before he threw up all over her and Michaela found him & babied him. But he doubted that last part a lot.

"Excuse me?"

"Leave"

Oakley regretted it as soon as it had happened but he pulled the rest of the duvet off of the girl beside him and bundled it all at the foot of the bed to prompt her out of it and actually into some clothes. It worked luckily enough for him, as soon as she was steady on the floor she was throwing her dress over her head and her feet back into her shoes. Shanel had made the decision though to leave her underwear on the rug unbeknownst to Oakley; she hoped he would find them later and be reminded how good she was to him and call her back.

Now that the random girl was gone from his bed he had one less thing to worry about, but now he was trying to fight off the urge for a cigarette. He couldn't smoke now because Michaela would smell it on his breath, his clothes, his hair, the curtains and see the ashtray he's stealthily kept hidden under the bed. It was so tempting though. All he wanted was a puff or two to calm down.

"Oakley Caeser-Su!"

Not a second too late Michaela had arrived at the man's flat and let herself in with the keys she got cut a few weeks back with Marvin on tow. He had decided to reside in the living room instead though, he felt that going into the bedroom was an invasion of space in a situation like this. He wanted to give the pair some privacy for once; he always seemed to be with them these days. You wouldn't believe them if they told you this started from a simple music collaboration.

When Michaela had entered the bedroom Oakley had managed to full dress himself and make the bed up nicely, a rare occurrence for him. That was the first alarm bell for the girl, the second being how pale he was in the face. He was sitting with his knees pulled under his chin, resting his head in his arms on top of them but she could still see the lack of substance. Now he was either really, really sick - which wouldn't surprise her mind you with all the drugs - or someone had just left. She took a moment to glance around the room to find anything incriminating, yet the only thing suspect in here was him.

"ihadshanelover"