2- Nicole Santoro

I smile when she freaks out once again, saying that her father is driving her crazy with the planning of Amanda's birthday party, which will take place in a few weeks. The little one is only going to be one year old, but the celebration is going to make the news thanks to her doting grandfather, I'm sure. Like everything else in Nat's life.

When I get to my car, I throw my bag on the passenger seat and drive to the bar where I've arranged to meet Oliver, a friend with benefits with whom I've been sexually involved for a long time. He's great company, he's funny, he's intelligent, and he also eats me to my heart's content, so I've got a pretty good combo in one person.

I texted him earlier, saying I was going to be late because of my executioner boss, and Oliver understood, replying that he was going to wait for me because the night was young. He probably expected me not to arrive on time, because it's not the first time I've been late for the same reason.

As soon as I park a little away from the crowded bar because there's no parking space nearby, I take down the car mirror and touch up my lipstick a red that I always have in my handbag. I undo my tight ponytail and ruffle my hair, running my fingers through the natural curls at the ends.

I ignore when I notice a strand of white hair amongst the black, hoping that the stress I go through with Valentin doesn't age me too quickly. Furthermore, I'm only twenty-five, please! It's not time for that yet!

“Too hot,” I mutter to myself in the mirror and wink. “Ready to be eaten.”

I get out of the car and cross the street, entering the noisy, crowded bar. I stretch my neck to try and find Oliver, but even my ten-centimeter stiletto heels don't help me get high enough to see him amongst the bodies. Furthermore, I walk up to the bar and look for him. It doesn't take long for the man with the easy smile to raise his arm and wave at me. I smile back and walk over to him, grateful to have gotten a table.

“Hi, Oliver! I'm sorry for the delay. That wretch kept me late again.”

“It's okay. Let's not talk about your boss tonight, okay?”

Tonight is for relaxing.

I nod and smile even more at him, who seems to understand everything I need. The advantages of fucking a friend. I think everyone should have this experience. When you both have the same motto, of course. In our case, it's enjoyment without attachment. Just pure sex, without feelings.

The conversation with Oliver is light and distracting. Over drinks, laughter, and dancing, we decide to get down to business. He chose a place near his apartment, where we usually meet because I don't like anyone in my sacred place. As my fuck buddy isn't attached to that, that's where we go every time.

We even walk, since we've had a few drinks and it's not that far away. As soon as we step into the place, Oliver locks the door and attacks me. His mouth comes down on mine, a little awkwardly because he's too busy or because of the alcohol, I can't tell. I reciprocate the caress, but I try to get to the bottom of things right away because I don't like to play games when it comes to sex. I don't like foreplay, cuddling, long kisses, or anything that delays what I'm looking for orgasm.

Likewise, I unzip his pants, and Oliver moans against my neck, seeking my mouth. I drag him with me to his room and throw him on the bed, causing a silly smile to appear on his face.

“I can never get used to your domineering ways,” he says, holding my ass as I mount him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his body.

“Silence” I put a finger to his lips to shut him up and get rid of my dressing gown in a hurry. Oliver does the same with his and gets all The cock isn't huge, but it meets my needs. I can't demand too much, either. “Do you have a condom in the drawer?”

“Yes...”

I stand up naked, and he stares at me the whole way from the bedside table to the bed again. I take the laminated packet and open it, unwrapping the condom on his cock. Oliver groans and throws his body back, clamping his lip between his teeth.

I sit down at once. It hurts a bit because I'm not very wet, but it's not something that bothers me. There's a fine line between pain and pleasure. I pull out of him, only to sit down again, harder. Oliver lifts his body closer and strokes my back.

“Fuck, kitten. You're so fucking hot.”

“I know,” I whisper, pulling his mouth to my neck. Instead of kissing me hard, Oliver kisses me there, with too much affection in the gesture.

I increase the pace so that he understands what I want, without needing to be told, but the man remains delicate. I lay him down on the mattress again abruptly and give him my show. Not only that, but I ride him hard, with desire. When I come, several minutes later, Oliver comes straight away, unable to control himself.

“Fuck, Nicole. I'm so in love with you.”

My body hasn't even recovered properly, and I get the bomb. What is it? I must not have heard right. Not again, God. It was so good! Everything had been going so well for weeks! Why did he have to say that to me just now?

“Oliver...” I say, getting off him. I can't look at his face as I start to gather my clothes, terrified that he's fallen in love with me.

“What are you doing?” he asks, hurt, and I hate how I feel about it.

I don't want to hurt him. Or anyone! That's why I always warn him before I start having sex with someone. Most guys love it because that's what they're looking for too, but there are always a few like... Oliver.

“I'm leaving.”

“Nicole... Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes, Oliver. And I haven't changed my mind. I'm sorry. You knew from the start that it was going to be something without feelings.”

“Yeah, but things change! It started that way for me, too, but I fell in love along the way. Are you so averse to feelings like that you can't even try to give us a chance? We're good together and...”

“Stop it, Oliver. Please... It's not going to happen. You're a great guy. A great friend, listener, bar buddy. But I'm not looking for that right now, you know? I haven't even established myself in a decent career yet, I've got my family to worry about. The last thing I need right now is a love affair. I'm sorry.”

“It's your boss, isn't it? It's clear you like him.”

What? Has he gone mad?

“Don't look at me like that. You monopolize every conversation related to you by talking about him.”

I can't answer, because damn... that's the most absurd thing I've ever heard! I've heard some pretty tense things. Not only that, but I put my clothes on in a hurry, disbelieving that the evening that was supposed to relax me is going to end like this and that I'm still going to lose my cock friend.

What the fuck!

I say goodbye to him, making it clear that we can't have anything more after this, and he doesn't even look at me, upset. I leave his apartment still wearing one foot of my heels and trying to hold my hair back.

Not only that, but I like my boss... Do me a favor!

Not only has Oliver ruined everything, but he's also lost his mind.