My Mistake

"What the fuck is going on? Like seriously, what the fuck are we even doing anymore?! I mean can someone please explain to me what the fuck is happening?!"

"My god, you've had like three drinks and you're already shit faced?"

"In my defense, they were strong as hell and who cares if I'm drunk? I'm a lot more fun this way!"

"Just a second ago you were bitching about how confused you were. I'm guessing that you've figured it out now?"

"NO! I'M SO LOST!"

She hiccups and laughs as she rolls around in the back seat of the car.

"God, I can't believe I like you."

She stops giggling and sits up, "You what?"

'Shit, I said that out loud.'

I clear my throat, "Uh nothing, just lie down. I'll take you home."

"Uh-huh! I don't wanna go home!"

"So where am I supposed to take you?"

"Ion know, just not there."

She lies down on my lap and looks up at me. Her arm stretches out and she softly touches my face, "I...I gotta pee."

I roll my eyes, "Way to ruin the mood."

She laughs and rolls over. Her breathing slows and her eyes are closed.

"Asleep already, Butterfly?" I rub her back and she groans.

"Back to the mansion, sir?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

[At the mansion]

"Hey, get the door for me."

"Yes sir."

One of my maids opens my bedroom door for me and shuts it behind me. I walk inside with Dee asleep in my arms and lie her down then head towards the shower.

"Mhm...put down my bubbles bitch."

'Is she talking in her sleep? Adorable, but bubbles?'

I snicker, "No one has your bubbles, Dee."

"Good, now tell man bun I wanna hug."

'Uh-huh, no way I'm hugging a drunk Dee.'

"Er, he's not here."

"Mhm, fine."

She rolls over and I head into the shower. The water is warm and the thought of her in my bed makes me oddly nervous. What is it about her that makes me feel like this? It's killing me. My thoughts are interrupted by a soft thud outside the bathroom.

'What the hell was that?'

I ignore it and put my head under the shower jet. I let the water hit my face but the thud I thought I imaged gets louder.

"Shit, Dee."

I cut the water off and grab a towel only to find Dee lying on the floor with her legs propped up on the side of the bed.

"Jesus, what are doing woman?"

She kicks her legs out and I notice just how nice her legs really are. It makes me wonder how far up they go.

'Dear Lord up above, please forgive me of my wicked thoughts.'

"Ya know, just kickin' it."

I laugh, "And you're comfortable like that?"

"Mhm-hm."

"Suite yourself then."

I walk over to my closet and find something to wear but quick footsteps make their way behind me.

"What now?"

"Whoa look at all your clothes..." Like always, she runs her hands across my stuff. She slowly takes her time to look at my suits, shirts, shoes, pants and whatever else she finds. While she's distracted, I slip on my clothes and lean up against the door frame. She turns around and eyes me, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah, its right behind me."

She walks pass me while still making heavy eye contact. I look down at her ruffled top and unbuttoned pants that slightly show her panties.

'God I wanna rip those off with my teeth.'

"Close your mouth Carlos, you look like a blow-up doll."

She moves past me, "Ha. You're real funny..."

She pops her head out of the bathroom and smiles, "I know."

About thirty minutes pass and she finally steps out of the bathroom. I notice that she's pulled her braids up into a large bun on top of her head.

"Hey, you cool if I borrow-"

"Go ahead, take whatever you need."

"Hm, thanks." She gives me a cheeky smile and it makes me blush. I quickly turn my head so she won't see.

She drops her towel so I can get a clear view of her now exposed back and confidently walks into my closet.

"Dios, por favor dame la fuerza para pasar esta noche. Amen."

(God, please give me the strength to get through tonight. Amen.)

"Hey you sure I can wear whatever?" She calls out from still inside the wardrobe.

"Yes, it's fine."

"Well ta-da!"

She steps out and does a cute little spin to show off one of my old football jerseys and a pair of my boxers.

"Well? Whadda think?"

'If you were sober, I'd be doing you right now.'

"Hm, cute."

She rolls her eyes, "Shut up, you're just being nice."

I walk over to her and fold my arms, "I'm not nice, I'm honest. Know the difference Butterfly."

"Yeah well...whatever."

She marches over to the bed and lies down, pulling the covers completely over her head.

"You not gonna lay with me?"

"I'd rather not sleep in the same bed as a drunk woman. Sorry."

"Boo, you're no fun."

"Yeah, yeah," I click the remote and the blinds close while the lights switch off, "Try to get some sleep, mi mariposa. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night, Carlos."

"Buenas noches, Dee."

(Good night, Dee.)

Just I leave the room and walk down the hallway to the extra room, my phone starts buzzing.

"Hello?"

"Hey Carlos."

"Lina? Why you calling so late? Is something wrong?"

"No, not really."

"Oh..."

I close the door to the guest room and fall back on the bed, "Was there something you needed from me?"

"I just-" She sharply inhales, "I just wanna know why."

"Why what?"

"Why you've been acting so distant. Did I do something wrong?"

I huff, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. I've just been keeping to myself because it's what's best."

"I don't understand..."

"Listen, us sleeping together was a mistake. A really stupid one but I don't want you to think that it has anything to do with you. It was my fuck-up and I should've known better."

"So you regret being with me? Is that it?"

"No, it's not like that."

"But you just said it was."

"Catalina, you're a great woman but you're not for me. I admit that sleeping with you was MY mistake but there's nothing wrong with you. You're just not my type."

"I'm not your type? What even is your type then?"

"Lina, I'm not doing this right now."

"No Carlos, tell what your type is."

Her tone changed from upset to pissed. A tone I'm a little too familiar with.

"Goodnight Lina. I really am sorry if I lead you on but I hope you find someone better than me."

I hang up and turn my phone off and toss it on the floor.

"Exactamente por qué no mezclamos mujeres y trabajo, Carlos."

(Exactly why we don't mix women and work, Carlos.)

I let my heavy eyelids close and a wave of exhaustion sweeps over me. I guess I hadn't realized how tired I was until my head hit the pillow.