Chapter 3 — Yes, You Can!

Alex and I talked for a long time, about the atmosphere of the club, the music, some of our tastes, trivia. As the conversation progressed, Alex grew closer and closer to me, detailing me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

He was insinuating, sensual, maintained some contact with me, passing his hand over my hand, sticking more and more. Which triggered images in my mind that I had never had before, perhaps because of the effect of the drinks or perhaps because of the new way of thinking that he was trying to instill in me.

I didn't know why, but I began to imagine it in a hot way. I looked at his lips and visualized a kiss from him, I turned to his torso and projected it in my mind without clothes, I lowered my eyes to his crotch and ended up fantasizing about that man on me.

I think throughout our talk, I was blushing, which seemed to motivate him to flirt with me more.

Then, something occurred to me, this was a new me and this was a stranger, if from now on what I wanted was casual relationships without any commitment and to have one-night stands, this could be my chance, maybe this is a sign of destiny.

I had a few more drinks, hoping to take courage, when I felt angry enough, I looked towards the girls and noticed that they looked quite entertained, so I took advantage, it was my chance.

I leaned into him, closing the small gap between us, letting my hand glide over his shirt to feel the firm muscles beneath. Smiling flirtatiously, I let my touch linger, my gaze brimming with suggestion.

For a brief moment, Alex looked surprised, but the reaction passed quickly. He lowered his head toward me, his breath warm against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Then, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered in a low, deliberate tone:

“Would you like to slip away with me? Somewhere quieter.”

The words sent a jolt through me, and I instinctively pulled back, my eyes widening as my cheeks flushed hot. I swallowed hard, my thoughts racing. What did I just do? Could I actually go through with this? I've never done anything like this before!

But I didn’t let myself dwell on it for too long—if I thought about it too much, I’d lose my nerve. So, after a pause, I nodded slowly.

Without hesitation, he took my hand, and together we slipped away, weaving discreetly through the crowd and leaving my friends behind. My heart raced wildly, like the frantic beat of a hummingbird’s wings. I’d never been with a stranger before, never been so daring in my entire life. Yet, the thrill was undeniable, exhilarating even. When would I ever get another chance like this?

As we approached the restrooms, disappointment set in. Both lines were long, and the area was packed. For a moment, I thought the mood would break, but Alex wasn’t the kind of man to give up so easily. His grip on my hand remained firm as he led me down another hallway, his confidence unwavering.

As we walked, doubt began to creep in, clawing at my mind with familiar insecurities. “He’s going to see you naked,” whispered one thought. “Where are you going to hide those stretch marks?” “What if he doesn’t like you?”

I shook my head slightly, desperate to silence the barrage of self-doubt. Instead, I forced myself to focus on more empowering thoughts: “It’s just a fling. What’s the worst that can happen?” “You don’t even have to take off your clothes—just lift your dress, move your pantyhose to the side, and that’s it.” “Don’t miss this chance with a man like him. Even if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter; you’ll never see him again.”

With these affirmations circling in my head, I smiled to myself, bolstered by a renewed surge of confidence. That’s right! Yes, you can! You are an independent, strong, and brave woman!

We came to a door that was alone and had a "Staff Restrooms" sign. We made sure no one was watching us and that's where we went in.

Paraphrasing a song by Arjona: Why describe what we did in the bathroom, if it is enough to say that it gave me up to... Tiredness.

"Never! Understand this—never in my life had I had a fling like the one I just experienced with that man. He was passionate, attentive, fiery... and let’s just say he was impressively equipped.

It was so intense that every drink I’d consumed earlier seemed to vanish in an instant.

We walked out of the bathroom, still a bit flushed and disheveled. Though we had done our best to fix our clothes, it was obvious what we’d been up to.

I didn’t care. In fact, I felt a strange sense of pride for having been with such a stallion. I felt powerful, like a goddess—perhaps a slightly messy goddess, but a goddess, nonetheless.

Alex suggested we head to the bar to grab a cold drink and cool off, and I immediately agreed. I needed it. We found two free stools, and he ordered us a pair of bottles.

“So, Ava,” he said with a sensual smile, “I’d love to do that again. That was... wow. Next time, though, I’d want more time.”

“Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure,” I replied, grinning like a nervous teenager as I instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

We were interrupted by shouting. Turning to look, I saw Alex’s friends calling out to him. He gestured to them to wait, then quickly pulled a card from his wallet, and handed it to me.

“Listen, I have to go now,” he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. “I’ve got an important meeting early tomorrow. If it weren’t for that, I’d take you straight to my bed right now and not let you leave for weeks.”

The heat in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. I took the card and glanced at it. His name—Alex Grand—and his title: publicist.

I nodded and smiled politely, though part of me couldn’t help but think this was the typical excuse of a man who had already gotten what he wanted.

“Thank you for everything, Ava,” he added with a final, provocative smile before turning to leave.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before heading toward his friends, who were still waving him over. As soon as he reached them, they called the waiter to settle their bill, grabbed their things, and left. Meanwhile, I made my way back to the table where my friends were eagerly waiting.

The moment I sat down, the girls bombarded me with a parade of questions, compliments, and teasing insinuations. Honestly, I barely paid attention to their chatter—my mind was utterly consumed by one person: Alex Grand.

I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts and memories. “No, Ava! Don’t do this again. You made a promise!” I scolded myself. Alex had to remain nothing more than a fleeting memory. The new me wasn’t about relationships, it was about independence.

“You know what?” I said aloud, pulling the card Alex had given me from my purse and placing it on the table. For a moment, I hesitated. Was I really going to do this? That had been the best quickie of my life, and I was about to hand over his contact info. But I steeled myself. “If anyone wants to enjoy a good time, here’s the contact information.”

For a second, all the girls sat in stunned silence, their mouths hanging open, before bursting into collective laughter.

“Where’s Ava? What have you done with her? Who are you?” they asked, jokingly, between laughs.

Cecil was the boldest and snatched the card from the table, slipping it into her wallet with a casual shrug.

“He’s very good,” she murmured, smirking.

“Lucky!” Maggie growled playfully, elbowing the Cecil in the ribs.

“Hey! What are you complaining about? You just got married to a total catch!” Paula teased Maggie with mock disapproval.

“Ha, ha, ha. Yes, too bad I can’t say the same for you,” Maggie shot back at Paula with a sly grin.

“Hey, my husband might be a little chubby, but he’s still handsome. And you should be jealous!” Paula retorted. “He’s full of love—it’s like having my very own Winnie the Pooh.”

We all laughed. It was obvious that Cecil would take her, but other than me, she was the only single one at the table. Paula had been married for several years and had a young daughter, while Maggie was newly married.

The party continued, the drinks and laughter were the ones who accompanied us for the rest of the night.

My grandfather was very right about something, he was going to be home very late. In fact, I ended up almost unconscious in the early morning.