Chapter 4

Alex's POV

I'm officially a newyorker now or atleast I think so, I have been here for a full month now and I have already gotten used to living here.

I have started work and made some friends. Mason has been amazing coming over almost everyday after work to hang out, sometimes he sleeps over but in a completely platonic way.

He's always busy too so we mostly get to hang out during the weekends, today is Friday and we're suppose to hang out.

I was already home so I get dressed and and call him.

"Shit! I forgot about today." He says immediately he answers the call.

"Where are you?" I ask.

"I'm kind of out." He says sighing.

"Out? With?" I ask.

"Like a date." He says and my heart feels like it has been stepped on suddenly, I knew he dates but I didn't think it will feel this way knowing he might be sleeping with someone tonight.

"Okay, I'll just go out with some friends from work." I say.

"Cool, I'll see you later." Mason says after a pause.

"Sure." I start to say but he has already ended the call.

A group of people from work are having drinks today in a bar in Brooklyn but I had said I wasn't going because of my plans with Mason but since he's busy I decide to go.

"Alexis I thought you weren't coming?" Fiona asks. She's a friend I met at work.

"Something came up and I changed my mind." I said as I joined them.

"Cole was just asking about you." Fiona adds.

"Yeah? Where is he?" I ask. Cole is also a friend, my first actual friend at work he introduced me to everyone.

She points at Cole who is by the pool table with some guys.

"Let's go get us drinks," Fiona says dragging me up to the bar.

We order and take our drinks back to our table while Fiona tells me about her blind date yesterday.

"I'm telling you, the dude was crazy probably a serial killer, he kept trying to get me to follow him back to his studio apartment at the Bronx and when I said no he got angry." Fiona explains.

"Who?" Cole asks joining us.

"Some creepy dude she went on a date with." I say.

"Yeah, I just thank God we were in a public place." Fiona adds with a sigh.

"Always go on first dates in a very public place." Cole says.

"Didn't think you were coming?" He asks turning to me.

"Yeah I wasn't but something came up, but honestly I'm glad I came out." I say with a smile.

"I'm glad you came out too." Cole says flashing me a smile.

"More drinks?" He asks noticing my empty cup.

"Yeah sure."

About 30 minutes later, all the crowd from work have dispersed leaving Cole, Fiona and I. Cole was showing me how to play pool when Mason called my cellphone.

"Where are you?" He asked immediately I answered.

"At a bar in Brooklyn, done with your date already?" I ask.

He doesn't answer that, "send me the bar location" he says instead.

I share my location with him and 10 minutes later he shows up.

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Mason's POV

"Hey." Alexis says meeting me by the door of the bar.

"Hey, who's that?" I ask looking at a guy I saw her with when I arrived at the bar, they looked pretty cozy.

"Cole, my friend from work, I'll introduce you next time." She says walking out.

"So, finished your date early?" She asks.

"Felt bad I cancelled our plans so I cut the date short." I explain not telling her the real reason is that I couldn't stop thinking about her all night.

"You're sweet," she says entwining her arm in mine. "But you didn't have to, I was having fun with Cole and Fiona." She adds.

"Yeah I saw that." I say.

"So what was the date? Dinner?" She asks.

"No, we were at her apartment." I say not going further into the explanation.

"So it wasn't a date? It was just sex?" She asks her voice changing a little bit.

"Can we talk about sex?" I ask wanting to change the subject.

"Why not? We talk about everything else." She says.

"Okay then," I say with a laugh. "But I might need a drink to continue this conversation." I add.

Alexis laughs at that saying. "Okay let's go up to your place, you have alcohol."

When we reach our apartment we go directly upstairs to my penthouse, we both remove our shoes and jacket and I find out what Alexis was wearing, a short black dress that looks like it was sculpted just for her body.

I pour myself a glass of bourbon and pour Alexis a glass of wine, she mostly only likes wine no hard liquor.

"So what do you want to know?" I ask Alexis she's sitting on the counter in my kitchen.

"Was today a sex date?" She ask avoiding my eyes.

"If I answer your question you'll also answer mine." I say to her playfully.

"Mason I'm an open book, I'll tell you whatever you want." She says.

"Okay then, it was a sex date. I hardly ever go on dates Alexis, I'm not ready for any relationship so I just do hook ups." I say briefly trying not to over explain and then instantly feeling like a douche by utter the word hook ups, what am I? 16 years old? Fuck what is wrong with me.

"And today? Did you?" She asks.

"Not in the complete sense we only fooled around for a bit before I left." I say.

"I have so many more questions," Alexis starts to say but I cut her off.

"My turn to ask." I say grinning.

"Okay shoot what do you want to know." She says.

"How often do you use your vibrator." I ask.

She rolls her eyes. "Not telling you."

"Why not? You said you're an open book." I say laughing.

"I didn't know you would ask that," she says blushing hiding her face.

"That's it." I charge at her, tickling her waist. "Tell me how often you use your vibrator and I'll stop."

She cracks up and flails her arms, knocking me with elbows and hands until I give in to her cries for mercy.

I stare at her on the counter of my kitchen. "Waiting." I say.

"You really want to know?"

I nod eagerly. I'm playing with fire, but I can't resist. The desire to know outweighs all else.

Shaking her head she says. "I can't believe we're having this conversation."

I hold out my hands. "C'mon. We talk about all sorts of stuff."

Then, an idea strikes me. I open the kitchen cupboard, grab a bottle of tequila, and hold it up. "This will help all that shyness."

She stares at me with narrowed eyes. "I'm not shy at all."

I grab two shot glasses and pour. "Better safe than sorry, Miss Not Shy At All."

I hand her one, and she takes it. Then I raise my glass, and the drink goes down my throat with a swift burn. She follows me, swallowing it quickly, then sets her glass down. I do the same.

She draws a deep breath closing her eyes and says. "Since you asked, sometimes once a week sometimes more, it just depends on how horny I get."

"You get horny alot?" I ask instantly having so many questions, and also I like the word horny on her lips. "And where do you get off? On your bed?" I ask wanting to know every single thing.

She blushes closing her eyes. "Yes on my bed or the couch."

Then the visual is so fucking clear in my mind— Alexis splayed out on her bed or her couch a vibrator working between her thighs.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks noticing I have been quiet for a while.

"Everything. You." I say laughing playfully.

"You're thinking about me masturbating?" She asks her voice husky.

I narrow my eyes. "What part of your best friend being a dirty bastard do you not understand? Obviously, I want to know. I'm a guy. This is like Christmas morning." I say playfully.

I meet her eyes, and they shine with unmistakable desire. I'm not hiding mine, either. Whether it's us momentarily lusting for each other, or just getting aroused by the conversation, I don't know. I don't care, either. I can't separate anything right now. I'm hard, and I bet she's wet.

"I should probably go back downstairs to my apartment, I'm a little tired." She says after a while breaking the silence.

"Yeah okay, come up for breakfast tomorrow." I say as I watch her go.

"Sure Davis." She says walking out.

What is wrong with me? Did I just make things awkward?