The Enemy’s Pull

Lily’s POV

The bar was loud enough that we had to lean in and shout just to hear each other. I made my way to the counter to order drinks for our table, and while the bartender lined up the glasses, I slipped him enough cash to make sure he didn’t ask questions about the small vial of ketamine I handed over with my order. 

“Just in mine,” I told him, nodding toward one specific glass.

He didn’t blink. Money like that bought silence anywhere.

My reason was simple enough in my head, even if it made me sick to think about later. I wanted something to happen with Adrian that night. Not because I wanted him, or so I told myself, but because I needed proof, something I could use against him if my plan for outright revenge ever needed a backup. If I could get him alone, get something on camera, I would have another way to bring him down besides just watching and waiting.

“Cheers!” the table called out, glasses clinking together. Everyone joined in except Adrian, who sat back like he always did, watching more than participating.

I drank my glass down faster than I should have, bracing for what was coming.

A few minutes later, he stood and headed toward the restrooms. My stomach turned right on schedule, and my vision started to blur at the edges. I got up and followed, barely holding myself together as I pushed through the door.

I wasn’t even sure at first whose restroom I had walked into. Adrian was standing near the sinks, and when he saw me stumbling, he moved fast, catching me by the arms before I could fall.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice lower than I had ever heard it, his face closer to mine than it had any right to be.

My eyes dropped to his mouth without my permission. He looked at me for a long second like he was fighting something inside himself, and then he wasn’t fighting it anymore. His mouth crashed against mine, and I let go of every reason I had for hating him and kissed him back just as hard.

His hands moved over me, sliding down my waist, back up again, stopping to squeeze my boobs through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned into his mouth without meaning to. The kiss turned messier, hungrier, like neither of us could get close enough. I gripped the back of his neck while his tongue took over mine, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this was wrong on every level, but my body wasn’t listening to that part of my brain right then.

He turned me around and walked me into one of the stalls, shutting the door behind us with his leg.

“Sir,” I whispered, but he didn’t let me finish whatever I thought I was going to say. His mouth found mine again, harder this time, his hands sliding up under my dress. My back hit the cold wall of the stall and I shivered.

He spun me around and bent me forward, my palms landing flat on top of the water cistern to steady myself. His hand gripped my hip like he didn’t trust me to hold myself up. I heard his zipper come down, and then, without waiting, he pushed his cock into me from behind.

I gasped out loud and bit down on my lip to keep from being too loud. He filled me completely, and for a moment I forgot everything, the revenge, the plan, the reason I had even come to this city. All I could think about was how good this felt, how long it had been since I let myself feel anything close to this.

His thrusts were deep and steady, then faster, rougher, until my legs were shaking just trying to stay standing. The sound of our bodies together filled the small space along with the moans I couldn’t hold back anymore no matter how hard I tried. My knuckles went white gripping the cistern.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, tilting my head back as he hit somewhere deep enough to make my whole body react. How had I gone five years without this?

He wrapped a fist in my hair and pulled my head back gently, his breath hot against my ear, saying something I couldn’t make out through the fog in my head. All I could focus on was how close I already was, how every movement pushed me further toward the edge.

He kept going, faster now, and it didn’t take long before I was coming undone completely, my toes curling in my heels, a moan slipping out of me that I couldn’t have stopped even if I tried.

He wasn’t far behind me. His grip tightened on my hips as he chased his own release, and a few seconds later he groaned low and pressed into me one last time as he finished.

We stood there a moment, both of us breathing hard, still connected, sweat cooling on my skin. When he finally pulled back, we both fixed our clothes without looking at each other. Neither of us said anything. It was like we both understood this wasn’t some accident; this was something that had been building since the moment he first looked at me in that lobby.

Adrian left the restroom first without a word.

I grabbed the small camera I had set up earlier near the mirror and checked the footage. There it was, clear as anything. My father’s best friend, the man I came here to destroy, caught on tape with me in a bathroom stall.

It was the kind of proof I told myself I wanted. But looking at it now, all I felt was a strange, heavy shame, because the truth was, I had enjoyed every second of it. I wasn’t ready to admit what that meant yet, so I told myself I would save the footage for later, for when I actually needed it, whenever that turned out to be.

I walked back to the meeting room the next morning still carrying documents from last month’s sales numbers, my hands a little unsteady. My heart picked up the second Adrian walked in.

“Good morning, sir,” everyone said in sync. I stayed quiet, keeping my eyes down, hoping nobody noticed how off I looked.

“Are we all here?” he asked, and everyone nodded.

“Miss Lily,” he said, not even looking my way, and my heart still jumped at the sound of my name in his voice. “Can everyone get a copy of the statistics?”

I passed the documents around, and when I handed his over, his fingers brushed mine for just a second. My face went hot and my heart wouldn’t slow down no matter how much I told it to.

Through the whole meeting, I caught him glancing at me more than once. I didn’t know if that was going to help my plan or ruin it completely. Either way, at least I wasn’t the only one feeling whatever this was.

After the meeting ended, I gathered the extra copies to drop off in his office, still telling myself the same thing I had been telling myself since the night before. This was still about revenge. This had to still be about revenge.

I just wasn’t sure anymore if I believed it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​