Falling From Disgrace

“Much,” she told him. “Now will you get out of here? I have things to do.”

That was a blatant lie, but Ryan didn’t know that. In fact, Ryan didn’t know much about Adrianna at all. Though they had met over a year ago, their knowledge of each other was limited to what they liked to drink and how they liked to fuck. Usually, Adrianna never slept with a guy more than once but Ryan was her only exception. Everyone needs a fuck-buddy, right? Ryan was hers.

She normally let at least a month pass between hook-ups with Ryan but they had been together only two weeks ago. That morning was proof of why Adrianna needed to stick to her rules better and not see him so often. He had slept over and sleeping over led to getting comfortable and getting comfortable led to relationships. Adrianna did not do relationships.

Ryan looked slightly insulted but he did not release his hold on her. “Are you always this cranky in the morning?”

“Yes, and that’s one of the many reasons I don’t like people spending the night.”

He smirked and then brought his lips to her neck while moving his hands down to her barely covered ass. “I bet I know how to get you in a better mood,” he growled.

As far as fuck-buddies go, Ryan was a decent choice. He was a good looking guy but there was nothing special that distinguished him from other good looking guys. He was tall and lean with light, brown hair and dark, brown eyes. The most important thing about a fuck-buddy is that he’s good in bed and Ryan was. He was also good with the foreplay which is why Adrianna considered going one more round with him before she sent him on his way. She really didn’t have anything to do that day and since she vowed to let much more time go by before seeing him again, she figured, what the hell, and didn’t protest when he peeled her tank top off and circled his tongue around her nipple.

The sex was over fairly quickly and Adrianna lay on her bare mattress while Ryan disposed of the condom and got dressed. He gave her one more peek of his taut ass as he bent over to pull his jeans up, securing them low on his waist before shrugging on his black, button down shirt.

When his shoes were on and he found his keys, phone, and wallet, he leaned over to give Adrianna a parting kiss and said the same thing he always did after one of their trysts. “This was fun. I’ll see you soon.”

They both knew it was a lie; the see you soon part, that was. Ryan wasn’t interested in a relationship any more than Adrianna was and their arrangement worked well for the both of them. As long as he went back to sleeping at his own place, they would continue to see each other, though only sporadically.

Ryan let himself out and Adrianna lay in bed for as long as her back allowed, which wasn’t long at all. Soon it was stiff and aching and so she had to get up. Her tank top and boy shorts went back on and she threw her long, dark hair into a ponytail, and fluffed her thick bangs in place. She twisted at the waist to pop her spine and then stretched her head from side to side to crack her neck. The relief was short lived and so another white tablet went down her throat before she threw hers and Ryan’s sex sheets into the hamper and then figured out what she wanted to do with her Saturday.

Her feet carried her across her apartment, which was small with only one bedroom, one and a half baths, a living room, and eat-in kitchen, but it suited Adrianna’s needs. As she made her way over to the coffee pot, she picked up her clothes from last night that were strewn across her beige, Berber carpet and taupe, microfiber sofa. They were deposited in a small pile on the kitchen table while coffee brewed and she loaded dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

By her second cup of caffeine, the drug-induced endorphins kicked in and Adrianna was feeling happy and relaxed. Knowing the euphoria would not last long, she decided to spend the rest of the morning cleaning. Fueled with Folgers and Vicodin, she began with washing down the countertops and then mopped the small, tiled floor. The bathrooms were scrubbed, her shelves were dusted, her vacuum got a good workout and she was feeling no pain. Suddenly the idea of organizing her bedroom closet seemed like a good one.