Full Figured 10 by Skyy

with a lot of women. I tried to hide in the shadows, in hopes of seeing who Onyx might be hugged up with. To my surprise, he mingled like he had the first time I met him. He hugged a few women but also gave handshakes to some of the men and conversed with groups of people. I didn’t see anyone who looked a little too comfortable with him.
    The night went on, and the crowd thinned out rather quickly due to it being a workday for most people. Because there was such a large crowd, I decided to help Miguel with counting down. Once we pulled and sorted all the registers and the front door and then settled everything in the office, I headed back out. I saw Onyx lying down on one of the couches in the VIP area. The other band members were packing up their instruments while he slept.
    â€œHey, is he okay?” I asked one of the bandmates.
    â€œMy man had one too many drinks. We will get him after we get all the instruments packed up,” the keyboard player said, winking at me.
    Still concerned, I walked over to the VIP area and attempted to wake Onyx up. He didn’t budge. I shook him until finally he opened his eyes for a moment.
    â€œCoral. Baby,” he uttered before falling back asleep.
    â€œAye, who’s going to drive Onyx home?” one of the band members asked, loud enough that I overhead him. I listened as they all debated about who should be responsible for their friend. Finally, the decision was made.
    I wanted to take him home myself, but I knew they would think it odd for a woman they didn’t know to take their friend home. I would check on him in the morning. I knew there was nothing else I could do that night. I said my good-byes to Miguel and headed home.
    I was exhausted when I got home. I climbed in bed and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I was awakened by the sound of my doorbell. I looked at my clock and saw it was two in the morning. I was pissed. Whoever was at my door was about to experience the wrath of a sleepy and angry black woman.
    I stumbled to the front door and glanced through my peephole to see Onyx standing there. My body immediately perked up. I rubbed my hand against my hair, hoping that I didn’t look too crazy.
    â€œOnyx?” said as I opened the door.
    â€œWhy did you leave?” he asked, slurring, as he leaned against my wall. I could smell the tequila on him.
    I helped him into the house as he questioned me again about why I had left the club. He plopped down on my couch and kept losing and regaining consciousness
    â€œI’m going to get you some aspirin and water,” I said as I headed to my bathroom to get the aspirin, a cup of water, and a cool, wet towel. When I got back to my living room, Onyx was sleeping, though he was sitting straight up.
    â€œOnyx, you need to take this. And you can come and get in the bed,” I said, attempting to wake him up. I put the cold towel on his forehead, which woke him back up.
    â€œBaby, Coral, I am sorry for showing up here,” he said, slurring. “I couldn’t make it home. Had my boy drop me off. Your place was close.”
    â€œIt’s okay. Now let’s get you into the bed.”
    Onyx finally stood up, and I assisted him in walking back to the bedroom. He pulled his shirt over his head, fell down on the side of the bed, and lay on his back, with his feet still on the floor. I pulled his tennis shoes off and placed them against the wall. I struggled but was able to get his legs onto the bed. I unbuckled his pants, pulled them off, and laid them neatly on the chaise in my bedroom. I walked out to my linen closet and grabbed an extra blanket, as I knew there was no way I was going to be able move his body from on top of the covers.
    I walked back into the bedroom to see Onyx still lying down, with his eyes closed. I tried not to stare at the bulge in his Ralph Lauren briefs. I covered him with the blanket, causing him to open his eyes.
    â€œYou are great. So