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“Thirty-five, man.” He surveyed the tables as if he was looking for someone. I pulled the money out of my pocket, folded up and bumped his bare knee under the table. He took it quickly and shoved it in his pocket.
“I’ve seen you somewhere before. Were you at the bonfire this past weekend?” He smiled, two gleaming rows of straight teeth.
Uh-oh.
“Yeah, it was a lot of fun.” I said, blowing it off.
“I saw you with Alyssa.” He winked and laughed.
“I don’t know her, really.” I said, taking off the beanie and running a hand through my hair.
“I’d be careful with her. She has a reputation around here. But I won’t take part in the gossip, you have a good one.” He shot up fast and sprinted in the opposite direction that I came from. Lyss, you little man-eater. Just like I thought.
This changed things a little, but only because it made me want her even more.
I rubbed justabove my wrist, where Kostas grabbed me a little too hard.
I had taken an Uber home from the event and my heels were slung to the side on the floor. Fucking heels. My feet hurt so badly that the only thing I could focus on was getting home to a steaming hot bath with Epsom salts. And wine, a nice large bottle of red wine. I tipped the driver nicely and made my way quietly inside the front door. I flicked on the light and tossed my shoes into the corner.
I rounded the corner into the kitchen, letting my hair out of the tight bun I spun on the top of my head at the beginning of the evening. I grabbed the first bottle of red I could find in the wine cooler. Along with one very large, stemless wine glass. After Kostas’ outburst tonight, I just wanted to be as far away from him as I could get. There were lots of things you could call a man like Kostas: controlling, aggressive, invasive.
Whatever you call it, I didn’t like it.
I liked when a man had confidence, intellect. When they stepped into a room, and everyone took notice. That was Kostas. I had responsibilities now. I had to dress the right way, negotiate with slip holders, and close sales. When I came home, I wanted someone to tell me what to do, take me into the bedroom and make me beg for what I wanted. A man who would make me feel safe but could turn my body into a puddle behind closed doors. Not in public, in front of all these important eyes, watching my every move. Waiting for me to mess up.
I would need to tweak my plans, now. I was once optimistic about coming back here, but Kostas and his outbursts clouded that optimism. I let my dress fall to the bathroom floor and unclasped the black bra from my tits. The night at the bonfire, Judas, and his attractive friend. Grunting and moaning in the shadows together. Avery was the last man to let me explore over one lover at a time. When we were together, we were free. Free to travel, free from judgement, free from the eyes of people who wanted to see me fail. Free to explore and indulge.
Kostas’ spontaneity of popping the question thrilled me, and I said yes. I even bought the ring, since he was ‘in between jobs’. Looking back on my decision now made me chuckle. This was typical Alyssa, getting myself into a sticky situation and floundering trying to find a way out.
But I always did.
How did I know there was ever really going to be a wedding? August was two months away, and anything can happen in two months. At least, I hoped so. I eased my body into the over-sized jacuzzi tub. My favourite part about this house was this tub, next to a triple pained window that opened out into the Lilac trees. I made it halfway into the tub when I realised I forgot the wine. It was late, but I knew Kostas wasn’t home yet and Jeno was working at the Marina tonight. And Judas? I don’t think anybody knew where Judas ever was.
I gently opened the door and tiptoed my soapy feet along the wood floors. I was dripping suds as I walked, but it would dry. I fumbled into the dark kitchen, searching the counters. Shit, where’s the wine glass? The stemmed-wine glasses hung next to the stove, and I had to stretch my body to reach one.
“You looking for this?” I gasped and instinctively covered my chest and my crotch. Judas’ enormous frame sat at the dining room table, holding my wine glass. He snorted. “I don’t think you’ll be able to hide those under one tiny hand. Really beautiful, by the way.”
I froze.
Something deep inside my brain told me to run. Run-away and pretend this moment left me mortified. Only I didn’t run, I stayed there, still. I was naked, dripping wet, and turned on. I felt my nipple harden against my wrist and I squeezed my legs together just to feel the familiar throb. He stood slowly, his height dominating the room. He made his way over to me until he was standing in front of me. Toe to very large toe. I backed my naked body up to the stainless-steel stove, bracing the handle. My ass cheeks pressed to the glass.
He placed both hands on either side of my body on the stove. Full capture, like an animal cornering its prey. He was much taller than I and leaned down until his face was close to mine.
“You smell so fucking good.” He leaned into my neck, and I could feel his breath on my skin. “I’ll bet you taste even better.” He whispered into my ear. Goosebumps flooded my body, and my chest heaved.With my eyes closed, I willed my body to stay still. To behave.
“Do you think I shouldn’t? Or that I won’t?” He breathed. He removed his hands from the stove and stepped back. His eyes fixed on the arm crossed over part of my breast. I looked down, and part of the barbel in my nipple peeked through my fingers. Gently, he took my hand and dragged it away, leaving me completely exposed. The colder temperature in air made the tiny bud stiffen, and I gasped. With hooded eyes, he looked at my face and brought his fingers to the earring. And pulled. I groaned, arching my back, and biting my lip. My thighs squeezed together tighter, but I refused to make eye contact.
“Kinky.” He said, and I smacked his face, hard.
His head tossed to the side; he grabbed his cheek with his hand. “Wow, feisty. Feisty is my favourite flavour.” He dragged his lower lip through his teeth and took one last, long look at my body. Then disappeared down the hallway and up the stairs.
He left me in the kitchen, panting and alone. An ache between my legs that was so fierce, the only cure was his cock.
For now, I’d have to settle for my favourite glass dildo.
The week was creeping by,and the only thing I was looking forward to, was the book sale at Fisherman’s Finds.
Juniper convinced me to go, being it was an annual thing they did every summer where they purge old merchandise and damaged books. I only had three words. I am in!
