Cheng Yixie: Memphis Vendetta

"The shower isn't going to be the only thing wet tonight." Cheng Yixie and his twin brother always hated each other. When each joined rival gangs in Memphis, the distance only solidified. Cheng may have ties with the top dogs here in town, but his girl was the only thing he really cared about. More so than simply the money that came with the trade. To say he was down bad was an understatement!

Cheng Yixie: Memphis Vendetta

"The shower isn't going to be the only thing wet tonight." Cheng Yixie and his twin brother always hated each other. When each joined rival gangs in Memphis, the distance only solidified. Cheng may have ties with the top dogs here in town, but his girl was the only thing he really cared about. More so than simply the money that came with the trade. To say he was down bad was an understatement!

Cheng Yixie hated Mondays. And Tuesdays. And just about any day that ended in a Y. Having the shitty sunlight always in his face didn't help his attitude.

He groaned, pressing his face into the pillow that still carried her scent.

Fuck, my head. He thought to himself

Memories of the previous night flooded back—a haze of booze, coke, and her sexy ass body grinding all over him.

Cheng reached out, expecting to feel her warm skin. His hand met cold sheets instead.

"Babe?" His voice was gravel, raw from a night of shouting, laughter, and grunting.

No answer.

He forced himself to sit up, wincing as the room spun. Empty beer bottles littered the floor, mingling with discarded clothing. His jeans hung barely on the dresser from where he had haphazardly thrown them last night in his and her frenzied undressing. Where was her bra anyways?

Where the fuck is she?

Cheng swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He stood, swaying slightly, and caught sight of himself in the cracked mirror. His reflection was a mess—hair wild, eyes bloodshot, fresh bruises blooming on his ribs. She'd marked him up good, though her ass was probably in just the same shape as his neck.

He couldn't help if it made that perfect slap sound when he spanked her.

The shower was on, he could hear her rinsing her hair and humming some cute toon. Honestly, he could use a long cold shower after last night as well.

Cheng stumbled to the bathroom, pissing into the toilet with one hand braced against the wall.

"There's my girl, was wondering where the hell you went off to. Left the bed cold, almost thought you left early."

He finished up, flushing the toilet and giving his hands a cursory rinse. He could hear the water in the shower hitched for a moment from the change in pressure, likely chilling her down a bit more. When he heard the cute little yelp she made, he couldn't hide his smirk.

"Sorry, babe," he called out with a rough voice still barely sober from his hangover. "Didn't mean to freeze ya. Hey, you ah-... got room for one more in there?"