at·trac·tion
/əˈtrakSH(ə)n/
noun
1. the action or power of evoking interest, pleasure, or liking for someone or something. "the timeless attraction of a good tune"
synonyms: appeal, attractiveness, desirability, seductiveness, seduction, allure
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Head pounding from a hangover and fatigue, Key slowly pried his eyes open—peering around the room realizing he wasn't at his house or Sherron's house. He looked over to his left and saw Alisha naked lying on her stomach. She observed the 9 a.m. scenery while she waited for him to wake up.
"Where the fu-?"
He slowly shifted around in her pearly white Egyptian cotton sheets making her turn around and face him.
"Good morning, Key," she sang, slowly crawling over to him and pecking his lips. He moved away and scrunched his face up. He hated kissing. He felt like it's something that was really intimate and if he wasn't passionate with somebody, he's not going to kiss them and that was that.
"Don't do that shit," he sternly warned wiping his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand. He sluggishly got out of bed grabbing his navy blue Ralph Lauren briefs off the ground and slipping them on.
"Do you want me to cook breakfast?," Alisha offered sitting up and covering herself in sheets. Not ya' boyfriend, sweetheart. Lord knows, the broad couldn't fry an egg let alone boil water. He would much rather go to Waffle House.
"No."
After putting on his attire from last night, he paused his actions for a minute to think.
"What time did I come over here?," He pondered out loud, scratching his head.
"We left the club together, remember? If anything, it was about 10 almost 11 something," Alisha replied getting up to go to the bathroom.
"SHIT!," he exclaimed as all the events last night registered in his head. He had literally one job to do and he fucked up. Sherron was going to be on his ass and that was the last thing both of them wanted. Powering on his phone, he immediately saw 18 missed calls from Shanti and 10 from an unsaved number. Checking his voicemail, he came across all the messages from Shanti.
Alisha couldn't help but to overhear the messages and she frowned knowing he had another female in the picture. It was something about Key that had her hooked and she honestly didn't want anybody else but him. Maybe it was the sex?
"An occupied man I see?," Alisha asked, walking out the bathroom with a champagne colored robe trying not to sound jealous. She didn't have any room to be. Key shook his head in agitation as he grabbed his car keys and exited Alisha's studio apartment.
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Shanti jumped out of her slumber when she felt cold liquid trickling out her pores. She quickly snatched the heavy covers off of her and Sye'edah making Sye'edah whimper and snatch the cover back.
Shanti rolled out of the cold puddle of sweat and headed straight to the bathroom to empty the contents in her stomach. Her knees felt weak and she immediately collapsed on the bathroom floor. She felt the room spinning under her and all she wanted to do was lay on the cold tiled floor.
