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was the type of anger a smoker might feel toward RJ Reynolds.
Above all else, she was angry about agreeing to the pact. No sane adult would have agreed to that, and even the insane would've at least given it a bit more consideration. Regardless of the result of the pact, she would lose something important. Whether that be Cale, or her precious work time, loss was inevitable.
But... and this was a pretty big but, there was a way out of her predicament. It was a two-step solution that consisted of:
1. Canceling the pact.
2. Taking the morning after pill.
Canceling the pact was easy. As soon as Cale woke up, she would tell him the pact was a mistake and they should just forget it. However, Diana didn't have the same conviction when it came to the pill. She could never admit it to Cale, and hell, she couldn't even admit it to herself, but deep down inside, a part of her wished she was pregnant.
Back in the bedroom, Cale had achieved another feat that may have seemed insignificant to the sober. He was now at the point where he could keep his eyes open and think somewhat critically.
He thought about the pact. Or to be more specific, its creation. The way he saw it, the idea was given to him by God. It was similar to the way sculptures used to come. And this gave Cale hope.
There was this optimistic notion that God had not forgotten him. The idea for the pact was only the beginning. Sooner or later, his art, the truest love of his life, would return.
After an hour, his physical pain diminished enough that Cale decided it was time to take on the next challenge of his day – getting out of bed. With both feet on the ground, he gingerly stood up only to fall back down again from dizziness. But an upright position had been achieved, which like the cavemen before him, grew easier with practice. It might be a tad over dramatic to compare the first bipedal humans to a hung-over twenty-first century male, but the similarities were there. 5
Step by painful step, Cale made his way to the living room, but Diana was too involved with her work to notice the sudden appearance of a naked man. She was in her own world filled with adultery and alimony, custody and child support. There was nothing that could stop her when she was in that kind of work groove. She was unflappable. A single-goal minded juggernaut that could not be phased by...
“Morning, darlin'.”
Something stopped the juggernaut.
Any aggravation she had about being interrupted disappeared into laughter at the sight of Cale. Naked, disheveled, bruised, cut, and a nose too crooked to be functional apparently was funnier than you would think.
Cale sat down on her couch and said, “I know what you are thinking, and yes, I am available.”
“You can't be serious. I would think with the bruises and dried blood, you would have to fight the girls off.” Diana joked.
The massive pile of papers on Diana's desk made Cale think she was in a personal hell, and like always, he felt he should save a girl in trouble. “Why don't you leave that stuff and come back to bed? You have all day for work.”
In her mind, Diana had a vision of the rest of her day if it continued on this current path. There would be more sex. And lunch. And more sex. And dinner. And drinks. And you can probably guess what would come after that.
Diana knew she would have a great day if she went back to bed, but she wasn't concerned about that day. It was the next day, week, and month that worried her. There would be a fight. Or something big at work. Or Cale disappearing completely. It was guaranteed that sooner or later, they would be right back where they started. She refused to let this happen, and at the same time, she needed to cancel the pact.
She got up from her desk, sat next to him on the couch, and said, “Cale, we need to talk. About last night...”
“I know, I've been thinking about it too.”
Surprised, Diana said, “Really?”
“Yeah, it might sound strange when I tell you this, but when the idea for