Absolutely Unforgivable(18)

This really wasn’t the type of person I was. Before getting with Jeromy I would have never in a million years considered doing something like this and would probably have slapped him for even suggesting it. But that’s the thing about Jeromy, he has this way about him. He makes you get so caught up in his world that you lose part of yourself, namely your sense of sanity, just basking in his glory. Just being near Jeromy could make even the most down–to-earth person get swept up in it all. He just had something about him that made you lose yourself in his infectious smile.

Afterwards, we did our best to rearrange our clothes and my makeup so that it wouldn’t appear obvious to people walking by what we had just done, and made our way back to the car. Then again, judging by the devilish grin splashed across Jeromy’s face, I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to figure out.

I didn’t pay much attention on the drive home. I was lost in thought, warm thoughts of how much I loved my boyfriend and how I was really beginning to love our new life together here in Houston.

When we arrived back home we found Billy wasn’t alone. Other members of the band were there now; they were in his studio working on a new song. More than anything I wanted to go in there and listen. I was curious how the whole making music process worked. I also think part of me wanted to see Billy again. But I didn’t want to intrude, so instead I went upstairs to my room and put away my new clothes while Jeromy went into the living room to watch TV.

I was so tired. I had been up late the night before, woken up far too early this morning and I had been on an all-day shopping trip. I only made it as far as my bed before deciding to lay down my head for a moment’s rest. I could put away my clothes after, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

I woke up to a clanging and clattering noise coming from my bathroom. I cautiously walked in to see what the noise was and was startled to see an older lady in my closet putting away my new clothes. She was short and had thin dark brown hair with olive skin that was worn with age. I tried to wrap my mind around who this lady putting away my clothes was and then I remembered Billy had mentioned a maid before. This must be her.

“I’m so sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to wake you,” the lady said with a distinctly Hispanic accent. “Please forgive me, Miss. I just wanted to put away your pretty things.”

“Oh please no, don’t be silly. It’s more than fine,” I said to the lady, reassuring her. “I’m Stacy, by the way,” I said as I put out my hand to shake hers. “And your name is?” She seemed a little taken aback by my reaching for her hand, so I quickly pulled it back.

“Yes, Miss Stacy. I’m Kita. Billy told me all about you. You are more beautiful than he said.”

I blushed at her words. “Well, I better get out of your way. It was nice meeting you, though.”

I made my way back downstairs and left Kita to do her thing. I felt a little guilty that she was there putting up my new clothes when I really could have done it myself, but I did my best to push that guilt back. I had so much to get used to here in Houston. Life really was so different than it was back in Oklahoma.

When I got downstairs I found the boys in the kitchen chatting away, drinking beer. They were all smiles when they greeted me and offered me a beer of my own. I declined their kind offer and instead went to the fridge to find a bottle of water. I was still a little dehydrated from the night before.

I had on a tight pair of white jeans that hugged my hips and a loose fitting, low-cut tee. When I reached up towards the top shelf to get the bottle my stomach was exposed and Travis made a comment. “Damn girl. You’ve got a great body.” I turned to glare back at him as I pulled down my shirt. All the guys laughed and Billy punched Travis in the arm. Men! They really were so childish sometimes.

I made my way to the living room and attempted to turn on the TV. There were more than a few remotes lying on the coffee table and I tried to figure out which one had the stupid POWER button. As I clumsily fumbled around with the buttons I finally found the right one. That was, the right one that turned on a TV that was playing a porno. My face shot bright red as I quickly grabbed for the remote I had just set down to try and turn the TV back off or at least figure out how to mute the sounds of all the moaning and groaning going on.

Just then the boys walked in. Travis had a smirk on his face, “Yeah! Now that’s my kind of chick. Shit, Jeromy, please tell me this one has a sister.”

I was beyond embarrassed. I wished at that moment the ground would open up beneath my feet and swallow me whole. But what could I do? If I didn’t own it they would never let me live this down. I put on my best fake smile and said, “What? Don’t you all ever watch porn? What’s wrong with you? I thought you were good ‘ole, red blooded American boys.”