Tempt the Hookup (Tempt 3)

“Here, put this on your hoo-ha,” he says, and I walk back into their spare bedroom and fall asleep while waiting for the pain to go away.

“What is that pounding noise?” I ask and raise my head, looking around. “Where the fuck am I?” I mumble while I take in the bedroom, the sunlight trying to get in from around the closed shades. The thumping from my head causes me to shut one eye. I raise the blankets when I feel something soggy on my leg. I see the bag of melted peas, and suddenly, the memories are all coming.

I now blink and pull the soggy plastic bag out, and I hear my phone beep from somewhere in the room. I look over at the heap of clothes in the corner of the room and hear it again.

Getting up, I groan when my head spins, so I fall back down onto the bed. “I think she’s up.” I hear Troy say from somewhere and then a knock comes on the door.

“Come in,” I say.

He walks in wearing a black robe with a glass of water in one hand and two Advil in the other. “I come with gifts.”

“Thank you,” I mumble, taking the water and Advil from him.

“How are we feeling this morning?” he asks, smiling. “How is lady town?”

“Feels like I went twelve rounds with Tyson and he bit my ear off,” I tell him after I finish drinking the whole glass of water. “What time is it?”

“Quarter to one,” he tells me, laughing when I shriek.

“In the afternoon?” I say, getting out of bed, not caring that I’m only in my bra and panties, and he hisses when he sees said bruises. I also ignore the fact that my head feels like it is going to explode.

“We tried to wake you at ten,” he says, “but you were knocked out cold.” He walks out of the room. “By the way, you snore like the house is falling down.” He closes the door, and I finally locate my phone.

“Four missed calls from Luca,” I say to myself as I dial his number, and he answers right away. “I’m so sorry. I just got up.”

“Yeah,” he says, and his voice is cold. “I didn’t call you,” he says. “Aiden did.”

“Well, is he okay?” I ask him, getting dressed frantically, but with my headache, it’s taking more time than normal.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He just wanted to say good morning about five hours ago.” He gets in the last jab.

“Tell him I’m on my way home.” I don’t want to get into it over the phone, but we are definitely having a chat about this.

“Aiden!” he yells. “Mommy is on the phone.” I hear Aiden yelling, “Mommy,” in the background.

“Hi, Mommy,” he says, coming to the phone. “Where are you?”

“I’m at a friend’s, but I’m on my way home now,” I tell him.

“Okay, Mommy,” he says, and his voice goes soft. “I miss you,” he says, and I sit on the bed.

“I miss you, too; I’ll see you in a little bit,” I tell him and disconnect. Looking at my phone, I see a strange screen saver, so I open my phone and shriek when I remember that I took a picture of my vagina last night to see the damage. I take it off my screen saver, and I’m about to delete it from my camera roll when a knock on the door startles me.

“Troy is in the car waiting to drive you to your car,” Todd says with a smile, and I just nod at him. When Troy drops me off at my car, I drive home but see that Luca’s car isn’t in the driveway. I get out of my car at the same time as they arrive. I hear Aiden yelling my name from inside the car.

“Mommy.” He throws his hands up. “Mommy.” Luca smiles at him and then gets out of the car, too, unbuckling him. He takes off running toward me, making me step back when he crashes into my vagina. “Mommy,” he says, and I lean down and kiss his head.

“Did you have fun with your dad?” I ask him, and he just nods.

“We slept in the same bed,” he tells me, and I look up at Luca.

“He woke up and was a little sad, so we had a sleepover in my bed,” he tells me. “Buddy, come give me a hug,” he tells him, and Aiden runs back to him. “I’ll come and get you tomorrow, okay? We can go meet Nick and Mona.”

“Okay, Dad,” he says and then runs back to me. Luca doesn’t say anything to me; instead, he gets back in his car and takes off, leaving me a little bit angry and annoyed. More annoyed than angry, but the throbbing in my vagina makes it an afterthought.