Elaine“Hey, Cherry.”Two words. Two fucking words whispered sexily in my ears and I was close to exploding. It felt as though my body was on automated response to anything that had to do with him. I sat still, rigid as he pecked my left cheek, before turning to scoot a chair back to sit, his knees touching mine, his eyes lingering. Samson hugged Jess and waved at Ryan, before sitting down as well.What the hell was happening?“Hi,” I blurted out at last, swallowing hard. He clasped my hands in his, the heat from his hands calming my goosebumps while making my pulse race. He stared at me intently, a mischievous smirk on his lips. The last time he looked at me this way was that night, right before I told him all about Finn. My eyes darted to Jess who seemed equally confused. Samson sat, all laid back, with his usual cold, domineering aura.Oh, fudge.“Why are you boys back early?” Jess finally asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Has the party ended? Ryan?”Ryan shrugged. “I don
“Please stand up,” My voice cracked. I sounded cold even to my ears. “You have nothing to apologize for.”“But you're angry. And I've wronged you, Cherry. I toyed with what we shared. Let me make amends.”“I don't remember you,” I met his eyes now and took a step back, away from him. “There is nothing to apologize for because I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong girl, Sir. I'm not your Cherry. I'm Elaine.”He paled, horrified. “Cherry...”“Stop calling me that. I'm not Cherry!” I shouted, rushing to the door. “And I'm not coming back to this place.”I unlocked it and bolted for the elevator. He ran closely behind, calling my name.The elevator doors closed off his shouts and I pressed the button that would take me to the first floor hastily, wiping the tears that had escaped the corner of my eyes. I hated myself for being a chicken. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but I'd been so unfeeling that it was easy for me to lie.I still wanted him, but we were
Elaine.I hated nightclubs. The sweaty dancing…the pumping music…the slutty advances…it all made me want to choke on my vomit.Ugh.I raised my chin and glared at the dark-haired man that'd been pestering me for over an hour now, his eyes shining as he talked about his sexual escapades with so much enthusiasm, you might believe it was what he knew best. As usual, his eyes weren’t focused on mine, but rather on my breasts, which bulged out of the thin outfit I wore, making him swipe his tongue out to wet his bottom lip unconsciously.Yikes. He couldn’t even pretend to be decent for just one minute.I’d had enough. Holding up a hand now, I moved away. “Sorry to offend you but I’d like to use the restroom now, please.”He shrugged eagerly. “Fine. No problem. I can wait for you here.”“Thank you,” I said, hoping he couldn’t hear the exasperation in my voice as I moved away into the crowd of dancing bodies at a corner. The restroom was down the corridor and I bumped into Cora on my way the
ElaineI moaned softly as my back hit the door, his lips on mine as he twisted the door knob to let us in. I’d found him increasingly attractive after my fourth drink or so and had pulled him to a hidden corner on the balcony, pressing my body to his, the pores of my skin dripping with need. He’d chuckled as his tongue dug past my teeth, his large hands finding the back of my thighs, cupping them roughly to hook around his waist. I arched my back, tilting my head as his hot mouth traveled down my jaw and neck, stopping at the line between my breasts, sucking at the fair skin there. I ran my hands through his soft, blonde curls, the waves of pleasure making my legs tremble.God, feels so good.But he’d pulled away immediately, reaching for his back pocket and pulling out a silver key – the reflection of the balcony lights off the metal just as immaculate as his dentition which he flashed at me. My disappointment turned to one of curiosity. “Y-You have a room? In this place?”He chuckle
Elaine.A few hours and seven showers later, I still lay sprawled out in bed with my fake husband. He had his arms around me as we nibbled at each other’s lips underneath the thick drapes. I ran my hands over his solid abs, squeezing his left nipple and swallowing his moan with a passionate kiss. I’d completely lost track of time at this point, and let me be honest, I didn’t care. Never did I ever imagine a night like this, in bed with a man I was slowly learning not to do without. And to think I didn’t even know his name, or where he came from – all I knew was that he could make any woman go crazy and blow up like dynamite.It was quite an unbelievable night.We had sex in multiple positions – on the floor, bent over the bedpost, holding onto the window bars, while showering, and in the bathtub. We’d run out of condoms in the long run, but that didn’t stop us. It seemed like each time he plunged deep into me, I couldn’t get enough. And he knew how and where to put that hot tongue of
Max“Cherry left quite early,” I jumped at the sound of Flynn’s voice in my ear. “Jeez, calm down. It’s just me.” He laughed.Bastard.Wagging a finger at him, I huffed in annoyance. “Don’t try that shit again with me, arsehole.”He nodded, hands raised in surrender. “Noted. I’m sorry.”I straightened my jacket and turned to stare once more down the pitch-black road that was now deserted. I didn’t know how long I stood there, looking into the darkness, feeling an influx of emotions unfurl in my stomach. She was gone. The reality of that was such a bitch.“Are you alright?” Flynn asked, following my line of vision towards the road. “You’ve been standing out here for an hour or so. Did something bad happen with Cherry?”I ran a hand through my hair, too pissed to even reply to him. God, I’d messed everything up with just a sentence. I knew she chose to be vulnerable with me because she felt something for me, and just like the loser I always was, I’d gone and ruined it. I didn’t have her
Elaine.“Thank you,” I smiled at the blonde waiter as he placed our drinks on the table. He looked Irish, with a sharp jaw and emeralds for eyes. If I wasn’t still thinking about the bastard I met at the club, maybe I would’ve been remotely interested. It was a Saturday night, and since the flat was empty, Cora had insisted that we go out for a girl’s night together.“So, what’s up with your sour mood?” I asked her, popping open my Coke and taking a cautious sip. Cora had her arms folded across her chest, eyes dark with fury.“Ugh. What else? The job interview was a disaster?”“Really?” I frowned. “But you said that your new boss seemed like the friendly type.”“He fooled me into believing that he was great when he was just a little piece of shit!”The couple seated close to us stopped talking now and glanced at us. I patted Cora’s arm. “Calm down. Everyone’s looking.”“It’s so pitiful. I tried to ignore his sexual advances, but things went south. After the general interview with his b
Elaine.“Mom?” The little boy turned back from the window, the cool summer breeze tousling his dark curls about. I smiled, using a finger to wipe away the dried milk at the corner of his lips. “When are we going to stop?”“Soon, baby.” I carried him up onto my lap. The moving truck ran into a pothole, sending us bumping up and down. Finn giggled, thrusting the wheat biscuit he was holding against my nose.The truck eventually came to a stop and Finn rushed out of my grasp to the window again, pointing at the two-story house with faded blue weatherboards. “Is this our new home, Mommy?”I drew in a deep breath before nodding. “Yes, baby. We’re home.”God, how relieving that felt.Our new home was located in a quiet neighborhood with a wide, empty street. It had a huge veranda that wrapped around the house, beautiful marigolds past the posts, and a cobblestone path flanked by wild garden gnomes leading up to the front steps. The air was moist and had the smell of old books mixed with nat