13.

Crystal

I woke up with a skull-shattering headache. My eyes watered with impact. Groaning loud, I opened my eyes and turned to find an empty bed. It was past ten in the morning. Good job, Crystal. What else you could expect from a man like Valentine? Sweet lovey-dovey talk after an intense night of lovemaking? He will gag himself or throw up whatever he had last night at the thought of it. Swallowing the pain, I limped to the bathroom while blushing hard over the soreness in private parts. Last night was so beautiful. His mouth didn’t tire once from telling how I am his world or how much he loves me. I felt complete. The moment I saw my face in the mirror, my jaw dropped. The woman seemed familiar but something was different about her. Do those numerous hickeys or red swollen lips count? Nope