Aftermath

Christian's Pov.

"Wait! You got slapped?"

"Yeah."

"The great Christian Sinclair got slapped?" He laughed more in a mocking manner.

"Oh, suck it up." I grumbled.

"I just can't imagine you getting slapped." He chuckles.

"It's not funny Dan."

"Oh but it is."

Daniel Miller. My best friend, practically my other brother. We've been friends for as long as I can remember, and we go to the same college.

Now, I called him over to a nearby bar, sulking after I just got slapped.

"Whatever."

"Now I understand why you wanted to meet up at a bar during the day."

Starting to regret it though.

"He chuckles. "You really need the beer." He teases.

"Shut it Daniel."

"Okay okay. So tell me, why did you get slapped?" He asked.

I sighed. "I slept with this girl."

"Ahhh." He nods in understanding. "I see." He sips his beer.

"What do you mean you see?"

"It's you. You and sex are like 5 and 6."

"What?" I stared at him.

"Girls are always around you, Chris. This isn't the first time a girl would slap you after rejecting her the next day after a hot steaming sex." He explained and I was starting to get offended.

"You think I always reject them after sex?" Really offended.

"Isn't that what you do?"

"Why do you people keep having wrong assumptions about me?" I suddenly snapped. "You keep saying I do this, I do that, without actually asking or checking if it's true!" My voice was getting louder with each word.

"Easy man. No need to get agitated about it. You're not a ladies man. I get it."

"That's the problem. No one actually gets it. No one actually understands." Dan puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Fine. I don't understand. Please explain to me why you got slapped if you didn't reject her." He tries to calm me down. "Did you by any chance ask for more instead?"

"She told me that it was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened and if she was asked to do it again, she'd rather die." I explained.

"She said that?" He looked surprised.

"Everything minus the last part. She didn't say it, but that was what she meant." I muttered.

"And what did you say?" He asks gently.

"I got all angry because she kept on pointing out the fact that it was all a mistake and I told her I'd do it all over and over again if I was given the chance."

He stays silent, as if he was studying me. "Was it?" He finally asks?

"Huh?"

"Was it a mistake?" He asks again. "What you two had, do you consider it a mistake?"

As he asked the question, I couldn't help but think about the previous night. The way she felt against me, the way her hands were against me, the subtle noises she made, the way her eyes closed each time she-

"Christian, do you like this girl?"

I turned to him, looking and staring at him like a lost child.

...…

Lesley's pov.

I couldn't concentrate on my assignment. I couldn't concentrate on anything. Any small thing led my mind to the other night.

Billie had taken care of the cleaning agency and we went back to our apartment. After staying in the shower for more than an hour, I decided to try to do my homework, maybe it would take my mind off things. Distract me a little.

But it only made it worse. Christian hadn't called or sent a text and I couldn't stop thinking about the slap.

"Maybe I overreacted?" I muttered to myself. I groaned then grabbed my hair and pulled it.

Why did I have to sleep with him?

"Is everything alright?" Billie stares at me with concern from the couch. "You've been pulling your hair all morning." My hand instinctively left my hair.

"I made a terrible mistake last night."

Her eyes soften. "What happened?" She was probably relieved it was nothing life threatening.

It's worse than life threatening.

"Did you make a drunk phone call?"

My hands went to my hair again. "It's worse. Way worse." I groaned.

"You kissed someone?"

I scoffed. "I really wish it was just that."

She gasps and runs towards me. She sits beside me by the counter.

"Lesley, did you have a one night stand?"

I groaned. I pulled my hair and groaned. I really really felt like crying.

"Oh my goodness, you did." When I don't say anything, she continues. "How was he?"

"What?"

"Did you enjoy it?" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"I'm in a literal breakdown here and you're asking how he was on bed?"

"Well, I'm sorry you decided to have a night stand. Besides, it happens, it's normal. You get drunk at a party and shit happens." She explains nonchalantly.

"Have you ever had a one night stand?" I ask her.

"How do you think I met Ian?" She flips her hair proudly.

I shook my head to get the image out of my mind.

"Mine was a mistake. A one time thing."

"That's how night stands are. Always a mistake, but the next thing you know, you're sexually deprived, and other people can't satisfy you the way he did, then you meet up and start to have a sex only relationship, but you guys start to fall in love and the next thing you know, you guys are dating."

"Are you talking about you and Ian?"

She smiles. "How did you know?"

I roll my eyes. "Billie, I'm serious. I shouldn't have slept with him."

She grimaced. "Was he that bad?"

"This isn't about his performance on bed Billie. Stop thinking about his performance." I was starting to get agitated.

She was making it worse by reminding how good he was in bed.

"I'm sorry. What happened after the sex?"

"I told him clearly it was a mistake."

"His reaction?" She puts a foot on the stool she was sat on and leans her back on the edge of the slab.

"He was nonchalant at first, but then he snapped, and said he'd repeat it over and over again if he was chanced to."

"Your reaction?" Her expression remained neutral.

"I slapped him." Until it changed to shock.

"Why??"

"That's it!" I lamented. "I seriously don't know why I did. It was in the heat of the moment. I was overwhelmed by everything and the whole situation was giving me major anxiety. I didn't know what to say or how to react when he said it." I ranted.

"You're really worked up." She points out.

Of course I'm worked up!

"Who is he?" She asks.

"What?"

"For you to be this riled up just because of a guy means he's close to you, or you know him well. You can't be like this just because of a stranger."

If I tell her it's her brother, she'd go berserk. I can't risk that.

"You don't know him." I gushed out.

"Someone from your major?" She asks.

"Y-yeah."

"Michael?" She raises her eyebrow.

"What? Ew, no! Micheal's just a friend."

"Really? 'coz it seems like he wants to be more than just friends."

"Billie, please." I groaned.

"I'm sorry." She raises her hand in surrender.

"Michael and I are just friends. I don't see him that way, and I'm sure he doesn't either."

"Sure." I sighed. "I don't know what to say about your whole situation. But you've got this girl. I'm sure you'd settle it and sort it all out." She smiles.

"Thanks."

Even though nothing has been solved or cleared.