What didn't Marissa forget?

AN: Hey! If you missed it I made some edits to all the earlier chapters. Most of it was small clean up and rewording awkward phrases. One minor retcon changing Mira the succubus' name to Addy and the chapter Midnight Ride nearly doubled in length.

Sorry about the shortish transition chapter, I'll have another coming this weekend.

My pillow was wonderfully warm and firm beneath the softness. It rose and fell steadily in time with my breathing, as if it was rocking me back to sleep. I nuzzled into it deeper to avoid the sunlight from the window. Pleasantly sore tingles emanated from all my erogenous zones, telling me I'd been absolutely Fucked last night~

Things were perfect.

[WARNING! WARNING!! WARNING!!!]

"GAAHH!" I yelped, leaping almost to the ceiling at the sudden blaring siren both within and without my head. On the way down, I clipped the edge of the bed and spun to land tit first on Walter's floor, thankful he decorated with a extra fuzzy rug.

"Whazzat?" My bedmate shot up after me. Reaching into his side table and drawing a knife almost as impressive as his cock. "Is a war starting?" He asked blearily.

"S'my phone. Hand it t'me pls." I slurred into my new best friend, the rug. Ha! Am I a rug muncher now? Thoughts of a certain curvy redhead I'd met the other night bubbled up at the idea.

"Mars? What are you doin' down there?" He poked his sleepy head over the side and looked at me with a mystified expression.

"Letting the laugh track finish playing."

He snorted a laugh, proving my point. I don't know what the point is, but he proved it.

Walter reached down to give my ass a playful squeeze. I wiggled into his touch without really thinking about it, enjoying the casual intimacy and possessiveness he displayed. Yesss! Play with my body~

My hips rose up to follow his hand when he moved to sit up, making him chuckle.

I smiled into the rug I'd landed on. The rush of adrenaline that woke me up drained away by a gentle arousal, letting my normal morning sleepiness take hold for a moment. My eyes started to slide shut...

"Marissa?" His perplexed tone drew my attention and I finally pushed myself up, still amazed by my new athleticism. My everything bounced as I hopped to my feet.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" He was holding my phone by the tips of his fingers, leaning his whole body away from it.

"How the hell did your phone get to my bedroom. You did not have it with you last night." There were little trembles of fear in his voice.

"Oh, my phone kinda follows me around now." I shrugged and plucked the device from Walter's wary grip. "It's actually really cool! I forgot my phone at work a few weeks ago and the panic cut a year off my life."

"Okay... That is kinda cool... Still creepy though." He seemingly shook off his apprehension and walked to the door. "I'm gonna clean up and have breakfast. So you can have yours if you want in 'bout half in hour."

I giggled at his offer as I checked my phone's notifications to see what the hell woke us up.

Hmm...spam...weather and news... message from my sperm donor that I blocked again...oh. A heavy ball of guilt sat in my gut like iron, my morning cheer melted away.

Vanessa had left a dozen messages and missed calls.

<Hey! I missed you at work today! I know you said Ethan didn't hurt you and he seems apologetic so I told the other girls to hold on to the rusty shears for now!>

<Hey Marsbar! Boss man said you put in your resignation? Something about an emergency?>

The messages lacked her usual strings of emojis and lazy text speak. That more than anything made me know I had fucked up.

<We saw the video. I have no idea what you're feeling right now. Just know that no one who matters thinks anything less of you for it.>

There were several missed calls in a row.

<Marissa Jessamine Turner! Stop ignoring me and return my calls! Please.>

I laughed wetly and blinked away a few tears. My middle name wasn't Jessamine. I refused to tell anyone what it actually was, just that it started with a J. Vanessa enjoyed using random uncommon names when I annoyed her.

<If you don't let me know you're all right before I'm done with work today, Andre an I are gonna break your door down and make sure of it!!!>

Despite myself, the image of the tall and busty blond and her even taller husband coming over to check on me sent a thrill of excitement straight to my pussy. Ooh...Vanessa can sit on my face or hold me down while Andre punishes me with his probably huge cock~

No! Bad Marissa! I smacked my cheeks with both hands. No seducing your friends into threesomes unless they bring it up first.

I hurried to type out a response when I saw it was already after noon.

<I am so sorry, I didn't mean to worry you! I'm fine! The video is mostly unrelated to me quitting, something amazing happened and I can explain everything at your place tonight! Ethan's only crime was letting me blow him before he told me he had a girlfriend. Please don't sic the castration squad on him.>

Honestly the more I thought about Ethan the more I just grew embarrassed instead of angry. He was still an idiot, just less of an asshole than I'd thought at the time. Really, I wouldn't have minded if he'd been upfront about it! I could have taught him some things to try on his girlfriend when they fucked.

I looked over my message one more time, feeling like there was something odd about the wording I used. Hmmm... Still feeling like I was missing something but unable to identify it, I pressed send and looked over the last few notifications.

One was from an unknown number.

<Hey, Marissa! It's Claire. Raven gave me your number, sorry. I wanted to apologize for last night and maybe invite you to get coffee sometime? I can give you a more thorough apology then~>

Well, that was direct! I like it. I sent her a positive response and set up plans to meet at a local coffee shop, one Vanessa had invited me to before, this weekend.

Finally, I reached the Gem Ladies notification. The screen blared at me, flashing pink.

Oh, Fuck.