Tit for tat is what I wanted and that’s exactly what I got.
Diana is always ready, willing and able…
I had so much pent up rage last night over the Chelsea fiasco that Diana was my first option for stress relief. I called her, she came over and I exhausted her to the point where she just couldn’t take anymore.
When I hear my cell buzz, I brush cross her naked body to grab my cell from the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Diana doesn’t budge nor has she in the past few hours that I’ve been lying here just staring at the ceiling.
My cell screen shows me that Chelsea has called a dozen times since our public blowout at the hotel. Her latest message begs me to call her or she’ll come over to my place.
There is no way in hell that either is happening since I already told security downstairs that I don’t want to see anyone.
I take a deep breath before searching for my name on a variety of social media sites and curse at the growing newsfeeds about the incident.
Shit. How is it that TMZ always gets part of the truth so fast?
Bobby has also been calling so it’s clear that shit has hit the fan hard.
Diana sighs and turns over to cuddle up to me. Then she takes my cell away to look at the newsfeeds herself.
“It will blow over soon. Don’t worry about it sweetie.”
Just as she is about to hand my cell back, another text from Chelsea pops up on the screen. Her fingers start texting way and before I can wrestle the cell away, Diana hits send and hands it back.
“I did what I know you want to do but won’t…” She smiles like the cat who ate the canary as I take a look at what she texted.
Fuck off bitch!
I roll my eyes. “That was uncalled for and she’s going to know that I didn’t send it.”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s not a word I use often, if ever.”
“Whatever! Fuck her. She’ll just know that you’ve already replaced her.”
Uh…replaced? No, not replaced.
“We all warned you about her but you didn’t want to listen.”
“Look, I’m not in the mood for any I-told-you-so shit…”
“Anyways…you’re better off without her.”
Diana leans in for a quick kiss, gets out of bed and stretches to the heavens, naked as the day she was born. The one thing that Diana has that Chelsea never did were the kind of curves I prefer. Not stick thin, meaty enough in all the right places and not looking like she was afraid to have a good meal.
“I’m going to be sore all day from what you did to me last night – you were totally out of control and I loved it. I think that a long hot bath is in order. Care to join me?”
I’m not particularly interested but I fake a smile and shake my head.
“You go on ahead. I’ve got to make a few calls. And then I’ll make us some breakfast.”
“You’re going to make breakfast? You calling me AND homemade breakfast? You should call me more often!” Surprise is written all of Diana’s face. She leans over to give me a more languid and thorough kiss that I barely return.
It hits me pretty quick that offering breakfast is a bit more intimate and that she may be reading more into the situation than there is.
When she disappears into the bathroom, my cell buzzes. It’s Chelsea again.
Who the fuck are you with?
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