Zephyra POV
My heels echoed through the bar as I strode towards the counter, desperately wanting to escape the awkwardness of waiting for my ride outside the restaurant, that night. I pulled out my phone, intending to call a cab home, but a sudden burst of laughter and music distracted me. I glanced through the tinted windows and spotted a lively bar.
Fresh from a breakup from my boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, Jovan, the last thing I wanted was to slink home alone. Instead, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the dimly lit space, greeted by the scent of beer, whiskey, and a touch of leather. The bar beckoned, and I found an empty stool next to a dark-haired man.
Ignoring the prickle of tears, I signaled the bartender. I would have ordered a light drink, but tonight called for something stronger.
"Whiskey. On the rocks."
The bartender raised an eyebrow, before he poured a generous amount into a tumbler, and I downed it in one go, feeling the burn.
"Another one, please." His brows shot up, asking if I was sure. "Sure, I'm sure," I replied, laughing at the tipsiness already settling in. Jovan had rang me up about two hours ago, and had invited me to my favorite restaurant, to which I had dolled up for, in a sexy black dress, that would make any man lose it and strappy heels to match, with the thought that Jovan was finally going to propose to me, but what had greeted me was a news that I hadn’t seen coming, a break up.
"No tab needed."
Just as I was about to revel in my reckless choices, a deep voice next to me interrupted. "Not if she's here on her own.
Instead of backing off like any self-respecting jerk, he doubled down, turning to the bartender. "Give her water in the next glass." He insisted.
Now, he was ruining my plans of downing my sorrows in a drink for the night. What was his business? Turning to glare at him, I retorted. "Excuse me. You don't get a say in what I order."
Ignoring me, he warned, "Trust me, another one of those and it'll hit you like a Mac truck."
I snapped at the bartender, really upset now, "He's not the one ordering; I am. So, get me another one."
He continued, with a smirk, which only provoked me. "I bet some guy broke your heart, and if I can tell, so can everyone else. One more whiskey and every guy here will be trying to pick you up, especially looking like that."
I gritted my teeth and counted to ten and he narrowed his eyes as I responded, "Whoa. And aren’t you just making my bad mood worse? For the record, no amount of drinking will turn me into a quick, dirty revenge bad bitch type."
"Well, maybe you should be," he suggested.
I turned to him, intrigued. It was none of his business, anyway. "Why? Do you think it'll make me feel better tomorrow during the walk of shame?"
He didn’t say anything, so I signalled for another whiskey. Taking a sip from his drink, which I suspected to be tequila, he faced me. "So, what did he do?"
"Who?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Your boyfriend."
I corrected, "Ex boyfriend. "
"Oh, my bad. I apologise." He said, gesturing broadly.
"You still haven't told me what he did," he noted, signalling for water this time, when I didn’t respond, after a couple of minutes.
I reluctantly took a sip. "Don't tell me you're really interested in my sob story."
Like, who would be?
"Normally I wouldn't be, but I need a distraction right now. And you're it."
So, that was it.
I faced him, concern in my eyes. "Is everything okay with you?"
Surprised, he hesitated, then deflected, "Tell me what this jerk did to make you such a mess."
"Are you mocking me?" I asked, ready to pick a fight, if he was.
"I wouldn't dare," he insisted.
I laughed. "I'm sure you would."
He chuckled, and I caught a couple of businessmen watching me. He turned to them, and they looked away before he refocused on me.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked, referring to the question he had asked about my ex.
He nodded. "Might as well get it off your chest."
I took a sip of water. "Okay. Well, I worked with him." He raised a brow. "I know. Not the smartest move. But we got to know each other during my internship. He'd flirt, I'd flirt back. He was handsome. Older."
"Is that your type?" he smirked.
I paused, a crease forming between my brows, before answering him with a mild shrug. "Maybe."
My unexpected response seemed to stir something in him, a surge of heat and arousal that he looked like he was trying to suppress. I figured he was just like me. He wasn't here to pick up anyone; he just wanted a drink in peace, away from prying eyes. Though he looked like he would acknowledge he was an attractive man, he wasn't actively seeking attention.
I traced condensation on my glass, recounting my story. "After my internship, Jovan asked me out. One thing led to another, and we kissed."
"Just kissed?" he teased. "How very Hallmark of you."
I glared, replying, "I know, right? Yup, we just kissed. It was nice. I liked him, but I was focused on finishing college. After I graduated, we started dating when he came back from London."
"How long ago was that?" he inquired.
"Seven months."
"So, your scintillating love affair fizzled out in seven months?"
I scowled, enjoying the sparks in his eyes when he got offended. "I never said it was scintillating."
He prodded, "So the guy was boring."
"I didn't say that either," I laughed, my irritation fleeting.
My emotions shifted easily, a rarity in a world where honesty was scarce. I glanced at him. "What went wrong?"
He stared at his glass. "He said things weren't working out, since I didn’t want to sleep with him."
"Sounds pretty standard," I remarked.
"I suppose it is. Nothing special about me or my story."
"I wouldn't say that."
I leaned on the bar. "So, what were you going to do?" I shifted my gaze away, collecting my thoughts. "Nothing, I guess. My job is great, and I love the company. I just don't like how I feel right now. I don't like thinking it was something I did wrong. That I should have tried harder. If I'd just..." I trailed off, taking another sip of water.
Leaning back, he studied me. My eyes cleared from the alcohol haze. His gaze lingered on my exposed thighs, and I made a decision. "Do you know what I think? You should have a quick, dirty revenge sex, then."
"I should?" My voice turned breathless after his slow perusal, eagerly anticipating his plea for me to forget everything.
He nodded, more like he was unable, not reluctant to look away.
"And I think I should be the one you do it with."
My cheeks heated, and he already seemed aroused, envisioning pressing his lips against my skin. "Wh-Why with you?" I stammered.
He tilted his head, catching a hint of my scent – wildflowers mixed with something sensual. "Because I can guarantee I’ll make it good for you. Because we both need to get out of our heads tonight. And because I haven’t stopped thinking about peeling that dress off you since you sat down."
I squirmed on my stool, and without thinking, I reached out to touch the bulge on his trousers, which he wasn’t so concerned to hide. "Wow, you work fast, don’t you?" I teased.
"I can go slow when I need to," he countered, waiting for my response.
"Well," I said, eyeing his forearms. This man had captured my attention like few did. After today's ordeal, the temptation to lose myself in his body was irresistible.
"For once, I don’t want to overthink everything."
"So you’re saying..."
I took a deep breath. "I’m saying, yes, let’s have a quick, dirty revenge sex."
Zephyra POVMy hands trembled as his blue eyes heated up, and though his big body seemed coiled tight, he didn't move, possibly sensing my nervousness."Yes? You didn’t have any more questions for me?" he challenged. "You weren't curious about the man you were planning to leave with? Who I am, what I do?"I licked my lips, acknowledging that I should be more curious. Those were the things I should want to know before doing anything with this guy. But at that point, unless he confessed to being a serial killer, would any of it make a difference? I was sick of thinking about it. I just wanted to have sex with this man who, from the way he talked and acted, seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing.“Let’s not pretend we’ll ever see each other after tonight," I stated, trying to act mature. "You don’t strike me as the more-than-one-night kind of guy.”He inclined his head, an almost mischievous glint in his eyes. “Does that bother you?”“No," I breathed. "Yes. I don’t know. I’m sorry
Lirael POV Zephyra was a vision—petite with slender shoulders, a narrow waist flaring to curvy hips, and a round ass I'd love to have seen bent over the back of the couch. As tempting as that image was, I wasn't enough of an asshole to take her virginity that way. Her body swayed enticingly as I followed behind her, loosening my tie and imagining the possibilities. So many things I wanted to do to her, but the next few hours were all we had. She reached the bed, looking over her shoulder at me, a huge turn-on. Behind her, my painfully hard dick brushed her ass. As I flicked open the clasp of her bra, she trembled against me. "Turn around," I rasped. Her full breasts and pale-pink nipples were immediate targets for my anticipation. Losing patience, I circled her waist, cupping a breast and taking the peak into my mouth. Her hands clutched at my hair as I moved to the other breast, nipping at the tender tip. “Lirael,” she gasped. “I need…” Straightening, I instructed her to get on
A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as the strain of holding back built in my shoulders and biceps. With one last thrust, I was fully seated inside her. Her pussy was like a heated vise around my dick, and my balls were already drawn tight.“Are you okay?” I asked through gritted teeth. She didn’t answer right away, her beautiful green eyes searching mine in fast, dazed flicks. I didn’t know what answers she was looking for in my gaze, but if she was waiting for me to say something poetic, she’d be disappointed.“Cutie, unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over my cock. Got it?”She licked her lips. “Yes.” She shifted her hips experimentally, making both of us groan. Then those mesmerizing eyes were back on mine. “I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to come with you inside me. But . . .” She twisted her hands in my grip, and I released her. Immediately, she brought them to rest on my chest, fingers tracing my pecs, trav
Lirael POV"So, how were the presentations?" Nathan asked from across his large mahogany desk.When I returned to my office after Paradise Architecture’s presentation, I found a message from my brother, requesting an update. I decided to update him in person.Nathan’s question brought my mind back to the moment Zephyra entered the conference room. The instant I recognized her, memories flooded back — her moans, her body under mine, her sounds of pleasure. I pushed the memory away, leaning back in the leather chair. “They were fine. Some good proposals.”“When do you think you’ll decide?” Nathan inquired.I rubbed my chin, contemplating the proposals. Despite several meeting our requirements, only one stood out. Yet, Zephyra's involvement made me hesitant.I didn’t trust the shock on her face when she saw me. In a city like New York, the chances of my one-night stand and her team bidding on our project seemed improbable.Back when we met, they would have already been working on their p
Zephyra's POVMy ringing phone woke me from a restless sleep. I fumbled around on my side table until I found it. “Hello?” I mumbled, squinting against the fingers of light finding their way past the edges of my bedroom curtains.“We got it!” Jovan’s loud voice made me wince.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Got what?”“The Wright Group project,” he said, and now I was wide awake. “Really?” I was simultaneously shocked, delighted, and wracked with nerves. Delighted that all our hard work had paid off, and excited at the knowledge that something I’d have a hand in designing would feature prominently in major cities around the US.But my stomach twisted at the thought of being in the same space as Lirael for an extended period.From the way he had looked at me during our presentation, it was obvious he was less than happy to see me. And I guessed I understood why. Lirael didn’t seem the type to be interested in mixing business with pleasure, particularly not when the pleasure was only ever
Zephyra's POVI cringed. “Yes. I didn’t know at the time, though.”“Holy shit,” she breathed. “I can’t believe it.” Then she laughed, her big brown eyes tearing up. “Oh my god, Zee. When you finally decided to let your hair down, you went full throttle and hooked up with one of the richest, most eligible bachelors in the country.”"Stop laughing," she said. "It was going to be so awkward, particularly during our one-on-one meeting."She wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe it would have turned into a literal one-on-one meeting."The sip of coffee I had just taken almost choked me. "Jovan and I were back together. Plus, I worked for him, so that would have been completely inappropriate," I thought back to Lirael’s icy expression during our last meeting. "Not to mention, I was pretty sure he had no interest in a repeat performance.""From the minimal juicy details you gave of that night
Zephyra's POVIt was Monday, and I sat on the beautiful yet uncomfortable leather couch outside Lirael’s office, trying not to fidget. My heart hammered against my ribcage, and nervous sweat dampened my skin. Lirael’s PA, a young man who introduced himself as Samson, eyed me from across the space, and I wondered if he could tell how nervous I was.He picked up his phone, glanced at me, said something, and hung up. “You can go in, Miss Zane.”I smiled my thanks at him, then stood, smoothing down my gray pencil skirt. With Freya’s help, I had paired it with a cream sleeveless blouse with delicate little buttons running down the front of it. Black strappy heels finished off the look. As Freya put it, the outfit was classy, while still doing a fantastic job of highlighting my curves.Professional with a hint of sexy. Perfect to give me the confidence I needed to face this uncomfortable situation.Samson gave me a slightly concerned look, and I realized I had ground to a halt, standing fro
Zephyra's POVAnger whipped through me. What sort of cold, empty life would allow him to see a simple coincidence as some subterfuge to manipulate him? “Are you insinuating that I used my body to get this job for my firm? Because if you are, it sounds very much like you’re suggesting I prostituted myself.”He stalked closer and my breath caught. I hated that even though I was furious with him, my body reacted to his proximity. He was the only man who had given me such intense pleasure, and apparently my body didn’t care that he was insulting my integrity. It just wanted to relive the feeling of his head between my legs and the way he filled me so thoroughly.My gaze snapped back to his as I realized it had drifted down to his lips.My nipples tightened even more, and I was sure by now they must be visible. I crossed my arms as if I was bored with this conversation.Only the smirk curling his lips let me know I hadn’t succeeded.He was standing so close that I needed to angle my chin s