The Empire Trilogy 3: End of an Empire by Terry Benton

Author:Terry Benton [Benton, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Gay, Fiction, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00PMQVA0G
Published: 2014-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

The sunlight poured through the window of my bedroom and washed across my face, rousing me from my drunken slumber. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. When I opened them, I panicked for a moment when I realized I couldn’t see anything, until I remembered that I’d lost my contacts last night. I opened the drawer of the bedside table and put on my glasses.

As soon as my world came back into focus, a mind numbing pain shot through my head: the lingering effects of too much alcohol at the bathhouse. I got out of bed and stopped for a moment when I felt a chill breeze over my bare skin. I looked down, realizing that all I had on were my underwear. My head throbbed again and I clutched my temples as I stumbled toward the bathroom.

I grabbed the bottle of painkillers from the medicine cabinet and popped two, then drank some water from the faucet. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was slightly taken aback. I looked like shit. I had dark circles around my eyes and my complexion appeared pale and sickly. My stomach lurched as nausea set in. Great, I thought. This is about to be the hangover from hell.

I walked out of the bathroom and stopped midstride when I saw a single light-skinned hairy leg hanging off the edge of the bed—the comforter covered the rest of his body. My heart palpitated wildly as I wondered what strange man I’d brought home from the bathhouse last night.

Slowly, I approached the bed, creeping quietly and trying not to wake him. This could get very awkward very quickly. I stood over the sleeping man and reached for the edge of the comforter with a trembling hand.

When I pulled it back, an overwhelming wave of nausea took hold of me. I bolted to the bathroom and fell on my knees, emptying my stomach of every bit of its contents until it ached and my throat burned.

My head began to pound so hard that I couldn’t for the life of me recall how Derrick had ended up in my bed and what the hell had we done?

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