Epilogue
Tatiana’s P.O.V
5 Years later...
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Diana, Tony and Abigail! Happy birthday to you!”
As all of us clapped, our three precious girls, all four years old, Diana and Abigail with their father’s dark hair and Tony with her mother’s blonde locks, blew out the candles to the humongous cake we had ordered and dived right into it without offering us any.
“Girls!” Grace’s stern voice was heard over the infectious giggles. “What happened to staying clean until dinner?”
“Sorry, aunty!” Those came from Diana and Tony.
“Sorry, mummy!”That came from Abigail.
All three spoke at the same time in between little giggles before diving back into the cake and stuffing their chubby little cheeks with chocolate frosting. Even at four,
GraceThe pounding music blasting from the inbuilt speakers gave me a headache. It pulsed through my veins, vibrated in my blood stream and slammed straight to my heart until it beat with the same intensity, a merciless tattoo against my ribs.But who was I to complain? It is, after all, the reason why I'm insideHell Hole, not the literal one, but my favorite bar to hang out on Friday night's with my girlfriends....one of whom.... is nowhere to be found. Ah! There's Ken, slender blonde with killer legs and an extremely short black dress, on the dance floor, devouring the face of a guy in an orange jacket. AveryOrange jacket. Trust Kendra Millar to have other-worldly tastes.My other girlfriend, Ty, short for Tatiana, sat next me on a barstool, sipping from a glass of Bloody Mary-trust her to add veggies into a cocktail-bobbing her head to the music while singing out the lyrics and texting her boyfrien
DanielThere's a certain kind of satisfaction in watching your prey from afar. The feeling of a Panther when it's fixated on a target and unwilling to let to it go. Usually, they go straight for the kill. But sometimes, when they find something that they reallylike, they can be really patient stalk it for days on end. Relentless. Always keeping their eyes on the prey but staying in the shadows. Not letting anyone guess at their intention until it’s time to pounce.For me, that time was tonight.I've noticed her for days. She's a regular on Friday nights and she's always with those two women. Occasionally, a man would join them, but he seems to be into the auburn haired friend.Graceis always alone.I'd learned her name only a few days ago when her friends had celebrated her birthday here. But I'd planned to pursue her a month before that. But now, two and a half months later, it's finall
Grace "It's time to head upstairs." I must be really crazy if I was letting a stranger drag me upstairs to do whatever he pleases. But if Ty is right, which she usually is, this is supposed to help me clear my head and help me get back to work with a new incentive. He guided me through the middle of the dance floor where the people just moved away from him to let us through as if overwhelmed by his presence; and then he led me to an isolated corner where he opened up a set of double doors to reveal a flight of stairs. We travelled up the stairs but didn't stop at the first floor. Instead, he pulled me up another flight of stairs and to the second floor, where a bouncer stood waiting. "Thank you, Zach." Mr. Sexy Italian, because I was tired of calling him Man Mountain and hook-up guy, gave the bouncer a curt nod, to which he bowed his head and went downstairs. "Sooo...do you have a name?" I asked awkwardly. Of course h
Grace"He had a cucumber tied to his dick."Three things happened simultaneously. Ty dropped her phone on her poached eggs, I chocked on my coffee and a passing by waitress of about fifteen dropped her-thankfully empty-tray on the ground."What?" Ken gave a wide-eyed innocent look as the waitress scrambled to pick up the tray and ran for her dear life."Honey," Ty said, wiping the dripping yoke off her iPhone with a bundle of tissues. "Next time you decide to say something inappropriate in front of children, a prior warning would be congruous.""What did I say?" Another unimpeachable look."What didn't you?" I cleared my throat and took another drag of the scalding liquid. "You were saying?""Yes, as I was saying," a pointed look at Ty. “The guy I thought was a hunk with a nice junk was actually an extra large sized cucumber. Thank you Mr. Douchebag for ruining my liking for the vegetable!” Ken hu
GraceWalking into the club on a Monday felt surreal. More so was coming straight from the office in a white shirt that stuck to my skin because of continuous nervous sweating and a black pencil skirt that probably had white patches on it.I'm not usually this unkempt but my nerves had gotten the best of me. Somehow, I just wanted to prove to Daniel and myself that I'm not a slut or into one-night stands. I was going to tell him to his face, that he should forget about the other night completely, so that we can move on with our lives. That is, if I find him. I had no idea who he was, other than the fact that his name is Daniel and he’s been eyeing me for a while and just might be a regular. The most realistic thing to do would’ve been to come back on Friday to search for him, but I just couldn’t wait till then. I was a wreck.Surprisingly, Hell Hole was packed even on a Monday night. My eyes scanned the mass of sweating, swayin
DanielI watched with muted amusement as Grace nearly dropped the beer bottle from her hands and then to hide her nervousness, took a huge swig which had her chocking and coughing.“Heads up.” I told her as I lifted her head towards the ceiling with my fingers under her chin. It felt like satin under my fingertips. Her skin so soft and creamy. It made me want to lick her up from head to toe.She gasped a few times to regain normal breathing and when she was able to breathe normally again, I let go of her chin slowly, reluctantly. “Are you alright?” I asked when she placed the beer bottle on to the table next to me, careful not to mistakenly make contact with my body.“Yes.” She cleared the hoarseness from her voice before answering again. “Yes, I’m fine. You wanted to talk?”“Indeed.” I took a sip of my whiskey and watched her follow the movement with her eyes. &ldqu
GraceUsually, whenever Ken found her next ‘perfect guy’ or whenever Ty had a date with Connor, we’d all meet up to discuss their men, to sigh over the romantic fantasies and get some greasy food into our system while we’re at it.But for some reason, I didn’t want Ken or Ty to find out about Daniel yet. Of course they’d be supportive and encouraging, but going out with Daniel was something that my mother will never approve of and it made me feel naughty as Hell doing it. Like I am making up for my High School years when I’d watched my silent crush, the school’s bad boy Harry Grover ride into the parking on his motor bike with a different girl on his arm each morning. Though his concept of loyalty had been non-existent, I still couldn’t get over how blue his eyes were and how his blonde hair had caught the light when he was on the field playing basket ball with his pals.Daniel wasn’t H
GraceMy breathing finally came slower after fifteen minutes of lying still on the couch. The post-orgasm haze cleared from my eyes and I felt my back ache from the uncomfortable position and Damien’s heavy weight on top of me.Damien’s breathing was still a bit ragged when he popped up on his elbows on either side of my head, his cock inside me, moved a bit causing me to gasp and I felt it harden again, just a bit. Daniel groaned, eyes closed and sweat appeared on his forehead. “I’d love nothing more than to stay right here all night, but that’s not what I want us to be like. A relation based only on sex never ends well and I don’t want this to end so soon.”Pulling out on a groan, Daniel pulled out tissues from the box on the table and wiped his semi-hard cock clean of any cum. Throwing the crumbled tissues into the bathroom, he looked at me with his brows furrowed. “Shit! I forgot protection.&rd