God, why do I have to be such a hoe? I mean, honestly, I’m not a hoe, I just have fun. But why did I have to have fun with these three, and now find myself sitting with them around a fire pit, drinking cold brews at this overly large house at the edge of the city, filled with people ready to make some very questionable mistakes? The dark green cushions of the patio set are very comfortable. I sit on a long chair, Alyssa beside me. I can tell she is in her element here, as she has her shoes off, tucking her feet and legs underneath her behind. She stares me directly in the face as we talk more about her photo shoots. I engage with her, laughing and joking, attempting to block out my current stalkers. We’ve been here for less than an hour, but they haven’t dared to say anything. They just watch in silence. I felt uncomfortable. I couldn’t imagine what Alyssa was feeling. “So, what’s the deal with these guys?” She asks in hushed tones, scooting a few inches closer to me. She brings he
Shane is more of a romantic. He’s the type to bring dinner, to give body rubs, and enjoys intense conversation. A young man new to the world of sex, but has a devilish tongue like he's been studying the depths of the vagina all his life. Kale is more experienced, and lives more on the dirty side. Down to fuck whereever. He makes it quick, rough, and enjoyable. The man in the suit who comes undone around me. He wants to own me, like he owns all of his properties. They want me to be theirs, and only theirs. A dangerous idea has been placed in my head. A fantasy growing by the minutes. Two men, opposite of each other. MINE. How fucking hot is that. I walked down the hill of a dark paved street in the middle of the night. Besides the party people I left behind, there didn’t seem to be another soul awake. It was quiet.I planned to make it down to the main street and call for a cab. A short five minute walk and the coolness of the midnight air was sure to cool me off, and process
Kale has my right hand in his. He leads me down the hallway to the master bedroom. I take in his back muscles, loving the way they look in his button up shirt. Our steps are small, and it seems like it's taking us forever to reach the door. My heart is beating out of my chest, my throat is dry, and I can’t find the words to say anything. I look over my shoulder. Shane is following behind us. His eyes lock on to me as he begins to fidget with the top buttons of his shirt, slowly loosening them. The fabric separates, slowly revealing his chest. Are my eyes bulging out, because they feel like they are. It’s not in fear, but in anticipation. Is this really happening, or is this a type of revenge, maybe humiliation? What truly is going to happen behind these doors? We stop at the end of the king sized bed. I allow them to step closer to me. Kale is in front, while Shane stays behind. Shane is the first to reach out and truly tough me. His fingers found my wrists, gliding up my arm, over
I stretch out, feeling the emptiness of the bed on both sides of me. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find that I was alone. I sat up quickly, eyes scanning the room, ears listening out for any sounds that said I wasn’t alone. There was silence. I hold my silk sheets up my chest, eyes going over to the digital clock on my nightstand. It was barely 6am. I think about last night. How did things unravel that way? Different images played through my mind, and that feeling of heat crept back to me. I toss myself back against my pillow. Jesus Raine, it’s Monday! You don’t have time for this!I stepped off the elevator onto my floor. Everyone was hard at work. I searched for Shane in the many faces on the floor, but he wasn’t there. I found my office and proceeded to act as if it was a normal day, as if I wasn’t concerned about the consequences of last night's sexapades. I stare at the emails, trying to force myself to read the text in each. My mind begins to question where Shane
I waited patiently for Mr. Davis to finish his phone call. He asked me to see him at the end of my day, and that time came fast. Quality Advertising was more than halfway done with our work with Mr. Spencer and Paris, I was sure he called me here wanting to check in on our progress and the client. He hands up his office phone, his body then leaning further back into his office chair. He stares at me, a slight smile on his face, but he doesn’t speak.This causes concern. I felt like I was in trouble, only I didn’t know what I had done. “How are things Raine?” He asks, his voice low. I smile. “Great. Why do you ask?” He sighs. “Something was brought to my attention this morning… and I wanted to speak to you about it, before I decide the best punishment for your actions.” Now, I was really confused. “My actions? I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand.”“This morning, a preppy little blonde from your team tells me that you are sleeping with two men that you work with…” Preppy…little…blon
I stand a few feet away from the elevator doors, my cell in hand. I try to force myself to stay distracted as the time passes. After Karen’s accident, that was solely my fault, I allowed her some time to go home, with the request that she return after lunch. Being an ass kisser was in her gene’s. It didn’t matter that she was trying to throw me under the bus, take me down in hopes that would change her position in our workplace, the woman would be here on time. 12:15 on the dot. The door opens, and there she is, looking just as fresh as she did in the earlier mornings wearing an insignificant dark blue dress. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and I watch her struggle to grin.“There you are,” I say aloud. “Right on time.” She nods her little head as she steps off onto the floor. “You said after lunch,” she says softly. “That I did,” I responded. I took a few steps closer to her, towering over her. God, I love heels just for this reason. I want to make you stare up at me right b
I ignored the whispers and watchful eyes of those who worked on the same floor as I did. I walked around acting the same as I did any other day. Strong, confident, and unphased.I did my rounds, made small talk with a friendly smile that never left my face. It was a good call to have Shane paired up with Jose. The two were close in age and so far, seemed to match well in the terms of working together. Though curious, no one asked what happened. They understood that if I didn’t bring it up, it was not a topic to be discussed.The end of the day is coming, with only twenty minutes to go. I appreciated my alone time in my office, finding myself staring outside yet again, my mind going over everything that seemed to be going wrong in my life at the moment.I understood that I was the cause.
Tonight is the Employee Appreciation Dinner. Karen did well to take the suggested week off, sending an email that she would not be gracing us with her presence tonight. Jose did well to keep Shane busy with work, in turn keeping him out of my hair.Kale avoided me.I’d see him on occasion with Mr. Davis the past few days, but he kept things very professional, and returned to that quiet man I met at the club.It seemed that things were on their way back to normal, except for this slight feeling of despair. It was a feeling that I hadn’t had in years, a feeling that I never wanted to acknowledge again.Lonely.Kale was right.Then again, it