She must have wanted a surprise girls’ night.She said nothing. I said nothing. Patrick slipped out of me. I felt his cum slipping from my pussy and down my thighs, the ultimate evidence of what we’d just done. Of what she’d seen. Of what she’d heard.She took a step backwards. Then she took another. It was like we were wild animals and she couldn’t turn her back on us because we were dangerous.Well, weren’t we?Her face was white, her eyes wide, her mouth open on a silent scream. It felt like an eternity as we stood there, us watching her, her staring at our naked and fucked bodies.Then she ran and disappeared, leaving behind the scene of betrayal as quickly as she came upon it. I was too frozen to go after her. I stared unseeingly at the empty doorway, wondering if it was all one big nightmare.Patrick pulled his boxers on and retrieved a broom and a mop. He shut the door and started sweeping and mopping up the floor. I watched the glass dance and listened to the sound it made as
Since...Then everything clicked into place. I didn’t just want Patrick.“Do you know when I first started loving you?” I asked him, not realizing my prolonged silence had sent him into his own quiet whirlwind of thoughts. His head snapped up and the heat in his eyes nearly made me stop speaking. The words, however, and the emotions, had been stifled for too long. “You were married to Chloe for four months and the two of you made me go to the movies with you. It was a stupid movie but I can’t think of the name now ... Chloe went to the bathroom. We were standing by the concession stand.”Patrick said nothing but his alert eyes and rigid posture told me he was listening and that he recalled it all perfectly. He never forgot anything.“My ex-boyfriend was there. Mike. We had just broken up and he was there with some gorgeous girl, practically fucking her against the wall. You got so angry. I didn’t understand it then. I was too depressed to make sense of anything, really...” I drifted o
Walking back into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Patrick sprawled out and fast asleep like a little kid, Rufus curled up on his chest. It was strange getting used to his vulnerable side, but I liked it. I was struck once more by how quickly everything had transformed. It was overwhelming, to be honest.I didn’t know what would happen with Patrick. He was moody, arrogant and a self-proclaimed narcissist. He had changed slightly, but he hadn’t changed that much. He could very likely break my own heart one day.Climbing into bed with him, smelling him and feeling his warm arm automatically wrap around me, I figured it was a risk I was more than willing to take.Thankfully the next day was a Saturday. Feeling and looking as I did, I would have had to call out from work. My eyes were glassy and puffy, and I’d had nightmares all night. I was exhausted, scared and devastated.Patrick woke up and smiled at me, and then his smile faded. I looked awful. “I’ll go get you
He obliged and flipped us over so I could ride him. His strong hands cupped my butt and tried to move me up and down, but I resisted. Leaning across his body so that my nipples touched his chest, I whispered in his ear. “I’m running this, asshole.” I sat up and moved all the way up before slamming back down. Scorching heat up through my pussy obliterated any remaining particles of pain floating around in my mind.He moaned and slid his hands around, letting one grasp my boob while the other toyed with my clit.I ran my nails up and down his chest, scratching him as I moved fast. My hair flew around me; some strands stuck to my sweaty forehead. The sex was so intense I nearly burst out into tears again.Wanting to dish out the same punishment, I started slowing down. I ground into him, letting his cock move around inside my soaking warmth.“No,” he said breathlessly. “Please. I need ... Need it faster.”“Too bad.” I smirked when his eyes focused on me. My head fell back as I moved back
Sighing, I stood and put my shirt back on. I threw on some sweatpants and then quirked an eyebrow at Patrick who still lounged on my bed, thoroughly naked. “Are you going to sleep the day away, then?”He didn’t smile. His stare was intense and hypnotic. “It’s going to be okay, Nina. They’ll all forgive us. Just give it time.”My phone vibrated—I had a text. I had a good idea who it was from, and a glance at the screen didn’t prove me wrong.Chloe wrote, “Lunch at noon at the cafe around the corner.”I showed it to Patrick and he looked at it with confusion. “Well, I guess that’s good. At least she wants to talk, right?”I nodded silently, but I had a bad feeling about it. It was getting late so I started to get ready, not speaking another word to Patrick. He got up at some point and was waiting for me by the door when I walked over to go. He handed me my purse and pushed my hair back from my face. “I have to run over to my apartment for a little bit so I won’t be here when you get bac
“I wish I could feel sorry for you,” Chloe bit out. She started to cry. “You’re going to have a rude awakening sometime soon, Nina. And you won’t have your family to fall back on. You’ll have no one. You’ll be totally alone.” She grabbed her bag and stood up.She threw a couple of dollar bills on the table and gazed down at me for a moment. I looked up at her, forcing myself to meet her glare, and studied her face. It was the face of the sister who waited for me at the bus stop every morning and afternoon. She was the sister who kicked Tommy Parker in the balls for calling me ugly in the 7th grade. She was the sister I shared so many laughs with over the years, who let me borrow her favorite dresses, who understood me for all the times crappy boyfriends and screwy friends didn’t.“Was it worth it?” she asked quietly.Then she spun on her heel and disappeared out the door. At a loss, I sipped my coffee. It had gone cold.When I got back to my apartment, I felt my cell vibrate. The disp
We still hadn’t spoken. I didn’t know what to do. Since our last meeting went so poorly, it didn’t make sense to ask her to meet with me again. An e-mail felt insufficient. I rambled whenever I left her voicemails, hardly getting to the point. Text messages were totally out of the question.I called her every now and then, leaving her a trivial voicemail about how I ran into someone we used to go to school with, or about a sale going on at her favorite store. I wanted to show her how much I missed her, how important she was to me. I hoped to remind her the same about me, but who knew if that was true anymore.My mom sent me an e-mail, telling me she missed me and she didn’t want to be involved in the fight with Chloe. She said she was disappointed in my actions and that it was going to take a long time for her and Dad to get over it. She suggested it would be best if I didn’t come over for Sunday dinner. I thought it best, too. I was also sure Chloe would be over the house, and I didn
Nothing happened. Patrick came calmly out of his office a few minutes later, Karen wished us a good lunch, and we were out in the afternoon sun without incident. I promptly burst into tears.“What the hell is the matter with you?” Patrick asked, pulling me over to the side.I shrugged. I didn’t know, exactly. “I can’t deal with all of your, whatever. Your friends and coworkers. Not that I’ve really met any of them.”Patrick’s head tilted and he sighed. “Okay, so you’re upset I didn’t introduce you to anyone? I have to get back for a meeting and—”“No, no, it’s not that. I just mean that they all must know who I am, or if they don’t ... Well, they will, won’t they? It’s just embarrassing. What are they going to think of me?”Patrick’s eyes squinted at me. “I don’t know ... Who gives a fuck?”“I do!” I cried loudly. People paid us no mind as they walked by, but I felt foolish. “I do,” I said again in a quieter voice. “It just makes me look bad.”“Nina. You have to grow up. Yeah, it’s no