She woke up next to him and could feel herself get frantic. For the first time, she wasn’t looking forward to him embracing her and drawing her closer to his groin. They had established a routine. They began the day with steamy foreplay and sex, then pillow talk candour followed, after which he’d make breakfast. Later they would part ways, until the next time. She was startled the minute she opened her eyes and the occurrences of the previous night came into perspective.
“Good morning baby, you will be late for the funeral,” Winfrey managed to say to Denzel at last. She had never been satisfied with the dynamics of their affair. She desired a title; to be known as his girlfriend while in the scrutiny and glare of the public eye. In her heart of hearts, she yearned for more than their unplanned meetings and lying to her parents so that she could spend the night at Denzel’s. She wanted a space in his closet. Ever since their meeting, she had wanted to be in a properly defined relationship with him.
Unplanned encounters like this, ensued after meeting at the club and leaving for a different destination with his friends. The air was awash with raucousness and vulgarity at the second location, and upon influence from Denzel’s friends, she followed him into a separate room where they had drunken sex. They had always used protection, but that night, he only asked her if she was safe. That could have been interpreted as him enquiring about her menstrual safe days. Neither of them could probe further. They were ravenous for each other.
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