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Tracey I woke up the next morning to see that I was on the bed alone, my eyes quickly scanned the room to see Devin fully dressed and sipping from a wine glass. He was looking so fine in a black suit and white inners. I was having a mild headache and my down there was slightly bruised, which made me a bit uncomfortable. Nevertheless, It was a beautiful night. "Good morning," I said to him smiling while attempting to comb my knotted hair with my fingers. "Good morning, you need to get dressed," he said nonchalantly while staring at his wine glass like it's the most interesting thing in the world. Now that was not the type of attitude I was expecting from him this morning. As much as I honestly don't know what I was expecting, I would never have guessed his current mood and tone. One