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Freddy was a goofball who had managed to make me laugh until my side hurt. He’d never rushed sex, never told me what to do, and never made me cry… until he broke my heart. Before that, he seemed to be a mother’s dream come true for her daughter.
Lily had a long list of adjectives for Freddy; bland, uninspiring, lifeless, and monotonous were a few of her favorites.
I called himdrama-free,which suited me perfectly.
Some of our best times were spent in my dorm room hanging out. I’d thought Freddy was the ideal guy: smart, handsome, sweet, respectful. But two months after we started dating, he didn’t seem interested in sex, and so began the six-month rollercoaster ride from hell.
My emotions were all over the place: happy, sad, frustrated, confused. I loved Freddy. I wanted to have sex. Ipleadedto have sex, but nothing. Then I hated him for rejecting me, then loved him for respecting me. It felt like I’d boarded the Hot Mess Express on a never-ending trip.
Lily had tried to get me to dump his ass, but I’d stuck with him, hoping he loved me. What a fool I was back then.
Six long months it took me to finally dump Freddy after he screwed with my heart. The day I found him in bed with my marketing professor still haunts me today. Freddy and Mr. Webber. I was such a fool—a blind fool.
All Freddy had to do was tell me the truth. So simple. I would’ve understood. But no, he lied to himself and me. He let me fall in love with him, assuring me daily I was the only one for him, all because he didn’t want to admit to himself he was gay.
Even after he profusely apologized, the emotional backlash hit me hard, calling me “collateral damage.” It did nothing for my wounded spirit. Or my self-esteem, which plummeted from the top of the charts. I’d flatlined like Milli Vanilli when the truth came out about them lip-synching.
I finished the year in an eternal fog of disbelief, heartbroken for what never would be. Months after Lily and I had graduated, we startedLA Premier Events.I poured myself into building our business, spending thousands of hours in the office. The rest, as they say, was history.
I stared out the french doors losing myself in the glowing hues of magenta and indigo in the radiant sky. We were finally making a name for ourselves in Southern California, on the cusp of securing an auspicious event for a prominent investment firm next week.
Why would I want a man to distract me?
I couldn’t afford to be distracted. If LA Premier was selected, we would be damn near famous. Our business would skyrocket with new clientele blowing up our phones and beating down our door, begging us to plan their special event.
Winning this event would be lightning in a bottle for us.
After going into my bedroom, I sat on my bed, grinning like a fool. One day we could be one of the top ten event planners in Los Angeles. It would be a dream come true.
For the meeting, I needed to be on point.
Fresh. Flawless. Business savvy.
I had to dazzle the uppity ups with my charm. Woo them with my vision for a spectacular event that would leave their guests talking for years to come. Plus, I had heard the wife of the CEO was a regal, sophisticated socialite who demanded perfection.
My heart leaped into a full-on gallop thinking about it.
“Shit! Lily might be onto something.” Hook up with a stranger for a night of sex? I chewed on the idea again.
Oral sex could help clear my head. I tingled at the thought. I had never been on the receiving end before but dreamed of it often. It was embarrassing to admit the last time I had sex was before Freddy and it hadn’t been anything special.
Why wasn’t I living life to the fullest?
It was my birthday, and in the eyes of most, I’d be considered a virgin. I needed to be deflowered all over again. I stared at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. I was an attractive, vibrant, sensual woman who had needs.
Fuck it. Let’s get fucked tonight!
I pulled out my treasured, off-the-shoulder red dress, the one I’d bought at Bloomingdales on the anniversary of starting our event business. Like the badass I had always wanted to be but coward away from, I’d take Lily’s dare with two conditions: no names and no kissing.
Tonight, I’d let fate lead me into an orgasmic birthday the likes of which I’d never known.
