I was at a fashion insider party over the weekend for a fellow designer's book release, there were dancers, a disco ball that shone through the entire room, a DJ, numerous bar stations, and a confetti cannon at one point. I was surprised there weren’t any stilt walkers – it was quite the soirée and no dollar was wasted. “Matthew!” I peeked over to see the owner of the familiar voice and smiled, “Joyce!” She came and put her arms around me for a hug, “How have you been?” “Good, I’ve been good, thank you, but I want to hear about you! The fundraiser was such a success and that new design of yours was absolutely gorgeous! I can only imagine how crazy things at work have been since then!” I smiled kindly at her friendly comments, “Thank you, and yes, things have been rather hectic,” I chuckled. “Where is your muse?” She asked as she looked around the room for Emma, my smile quickly faded at the mention of her, and having to mention that she isn’t

“I just had a huge, scandalous photo released of me, why the fuck would I go out to a club?” I asked Ben as he rummaged through my closet for something for me to wear tonight.“Because you haven’t been out with Eli and me for ages!”“For good reason,” I pointed out to him, “Last time I went out with you two, I woke up in an alleyway.”Ben laughed evilly and mumbled to himself, “Lightweight.”“I am not! All of us have the same tolerance for alcohol, you know that!” I tried to defend myself.Ben threw a shirt at me and told me to get ready, then picked up his phone to call Eli. I stripped off the shirt I was wearing and put on the new one, shaking my head at my reflection, I can’t believe I’m listening to them again, they’re such bad influences.“He didn’t answer, why don’t you try him?”I sighed and took out my phone,

Our lips met with the same amount of passion and need. Emma gripped onto my suit jacket and held on tightly as one of my hands went to her neck, the other wrapping around her waist and pulling her in as we deepened the kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance for only a second until Emma gave herself to me, relishing the moment together that has been a long time coming. I couldn’t help myself with her, I entirely took control. I needed her. It wasn’t a want, it was a necessity. My thirst for her had been at an all-time high. It was as if I had been wandering a desert for weeks without a drink and Emma was a tall, cool glass of water - I couldn’t get enough of her. By the time that we parted from the kiss, we were both panting for breath and our lips had gone pale. We chuckled at ourselves and how hard we went at the kiss for a moment, but I kept my arms around her and she kept her hands on my chest, attempting to smooth out the part of my jacket that she had be

Matthew and I went straight to his apartment after we got back together and made out the whole ride there. We were making up for lost time together, and it was amazing - It was raw, passionate, loving, and much needed.The new stubble that he let grow out gave a new sensation when making out as it scratched against my face. It wasn’t painful, it was actually exciting having a new sensation there and brushing against my skin.Once inside, we began stripping our clothes off piece by piece. First came Matthew’s suit jacket, then I helped him with the buttons of his white shirt while he pulled up my shirt off of me, our lips only parting when necessary.We tried to make our way to the bedroom but failed and ended up on the large couch instead, Matthew hovered on top of me and let some of his body press against me, eventually grinding his hardening member on my leg, resulting in a tingling sensation in my core, begging me to give him entrance.I co

I gulped as I read the headline and stared at Eli’s cellphone, seeing the photographs underneath the headline. The first one was of Matthew and I on our first date walking on the sidewalk with our hands together, the one next to it was the photo of Matthew and Charlotte on the couch at the soirée – the same photo that made me throw up the first time I saw it.This time feeling no different, along with the heat from the day, I had to excuse myself from the boys and run to get some fresh air on the other side of the bleachers. I couldn’t be around anyone right now, I was feeling humiliated. Did everyone see this? Were they secretly laughing at me behind my back? My head was spinning.I pulled out my own phone and looked it up, reading the article, it said: “This reporter learns that Matthew Greene, CEO of Greene Designs paid off the photographer of the scandalous Charlotte Mercury photo by means of a sexual favor the very night it was taken