Endgame (rough draft)

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Rachel groaned loudly. Her eyes slowly opened in her brightly lit room. She groaned once more once the memories of last night flooded her mind. Rolling onto her side, Rachel reached for her phone that was lying beside her. After unlocking the screen, she checked the missed messages she received.

I'm sorry I had to leave so soon. We should grab dinner sometime this weekend.

Rachel drowned her sorrows of embarrassment. She had sex with a man she didn't even know. In a public place at that. Something she had never done. Rachel had no idea how she was going to face the man so she had no other choice but to ignore him.

Throwing her long coils in a messy bun, she sluggishly got out of bed and walked out of her bedroom. The journey from her bedroom to the stairs then to the kitchen seemed longer than usual. Her body felt weak and she felt like she would vomit at any moment.

When she finally made it to the kitchen, she wasn't prepared for the erotic scene.  Marcus was sitting on the kitchen counter while the handsome man from the night before was nestled in-between his legs. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of slurping as the man sloppily kissed Marcus.

Rachel was taken aback. She was sure that Marcus had eyes for Isabelle. Clearly, she was wrong.

Marcus grabbed the man's butt and pushed him closer to his body as his legs opened wider. Marcus chuckled against the man's lips before grunting in pleasure. That right there is what caused Rachel to clear her throat. The unknown man turned around then smirked.

"I would apologize, but t wouldn't be sincere. I never got a chance to introduce myself last night." The man pulled away from Marcus and walked up to Rachel. "The name is Cole."

Rachel couldn't help but stare down at not so little Cole. It was just there, poking out from his thin sweatpants. She rubbed the back of her neck and cleared her throat.

Cole chuckled and held out his hand.

"Uh, sorry." Rachel took his hand and shook it. "My name is Rachel."

"See something you like, cutie? We are more than willing to awaken those hidden desires." Marcus laughed and hopped down from the countertop.

"W-what desires?"

"Marcus shut the hell up, she is not about that life." Isabelle walked into the kitchen with nothing but a black silk robe on. "Glad to see that I wasn't the only one getting dicked down last night. How's that hangover?"

Rachel was beyond flustered with a hint of embarrassment. Not just from catching two hot guys making out in her kitchen, or the fact that they both had major erections, but the fact that her actions did not go unnoticed.

"Relax. Your grown and you had an itch that needed scratching. Frankly, I wouldn't mind satisfying those needs in the future. All you have to do is ask." Marcus walked up to her and handed her a glass that looked like tomato juice. She frowned once she sniffed it. "Don't ask me what it is. Just drink it. You will thank me in the long run."

Isabelle slapped him upside his head, causing Cole to snicker. Rachel would have laughed too but Markus's junior was practically poking out of his boxers. She felt slightly uncomfortable at the way the men felt at ease with her around. She figured it would be best to order take out as opposed to sitting in the kitchen. She downed the glass and slowly walked out of the kitchen to wash up and get dressed. It wasn't until she was dressed in fitted sweatpants and a sweatshirt when she realized it was almost five in the afternoon. 

She was never the one to sleep in. Rachel would always wake up around six to meditate before going for a run. The alone time gave her peace to clear her mind. Hoping in her truck she debated on what she wanted to eat for the night. She was rudely interrupted when her phone began to ring. Henderson Inc.