Once in a Lifetime (13 page)

“Who are you talking to?”.

“She’s none of your business. This is the choice you gave me. I wanted to end things neatly, which you didn’t want to do. I’m not ending shit neatly. I’m moving on, Em.” He wrapped his arm around the blonde.

“Ew, get off me. I don’t know you.” The blonde shoved him away then turned to where her friends were waiting. Had Guy just used an innocent woman to make her jealous and send her away?

How she managed to keep hold of her emotions was beyond her.

Take a deep breath, and don’t let him hide.

“You’re giving up, like that, quitting.” Ignoring the other woman, Emily focused all of her attention on him.

“What don’t you get? We were a little fun, and like all women you think it means something.” He wasn’t even looking at her as he talked.

“Guy,” Wayne said, closing in.

“No, man. I’m making a choice.”

“It’s the wrong one.” Wayne got the last word in.

“Not the wrong one. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m not a one woman man.” Guy turned his gaze to her. “I wanted you. I fucked you, and now I’m bored.”

Tears stung her eyes as she looked at him. This was not the man she’d come to know but the man who was trying to run away from her. He was a fucking coward, and right at that moment she hated him. “What the hell are you trying to do, Guy?” she asked.

Seeing the women surround him over the last few weeks had filled her with jealousy, and then she realized what he was doing. Dorothy had once warned her of what he was like. The way he’d been the last few weeks with her was an act. This was the real man beneath the charm, and she hated it. Part of her believed he was hiding while another knew he was begging to get away.  

“My son is in love with you.”

She needed to ignore those words. The man Jack had raised into a good son was not the man stood before her.

“I told you, Em. I’m not the settling down kind of guy. This is who I am. The last few weeks have been fun, but even you knew it was going to come to an end.” He was avoiding her. His gaze was looking at everything else except her. “I’m not a one pussy kind of man.”

Raising her hand she slapped him around the face. He didn’t do anything other than look at her with pity.

“You’re a fucking coward,” she said, growling the words at him.

“I’m not a coward. You just can’t stand the fact I’m no longer affected by you.”

She shook her head. He couldn’t be so far from the truth. She’d felt the connection with him. Guy had taken her to meet his fucking parents, and this was how he was going to treat her.

“You’re right. I got too invested in you.” She shook her head at her own stupidity. Emily let the tears fall. Their friends were watching, and she didn’t care. The only person she felt sorry for was Guy. He was too busy hiding and pretending shit didn’t happen. “You’re twenty-eight years old, Guy. When are you going to grow up and realize life is really passing you by? You can lose yourself in women all the time, but there will come a point when women will look at you and see a dirty old man. I hope you find something before that happens.”

Dorothy looked sad. Janet and Lilly looked ready to do murder, and his friends appeared angered. They were in Tony’s place, and all of the customers she’d gotten to know were witness to her humiliation.

Laughing, she turned back to Guy. “Can you believe you’ve done to me what you said Andrew would?”

Shaking her head, she approached the bar. “I quit.”

With her head held high she walked out of the bar.

****

Guy wasn’t a dirty old man. The woman he’d been with he had followed into the bar. . Guy had watched her pass and decided to follow her in, making out they were together. The blonde had soon put him in check, so it hadn’t turned out quite like he’d hoped. For the last hour he’d been stood outside ready to walk in and claim his woman. Then he remembered all of his doubts, and hurting Emily because he couldn’t stay with her scared him more than anything. So many times he’d started toward the door only to stop and walk back to his lamppost. Never had he told a woman how he felt. Emily had told him, and it had taken every ounce of control not to fall to her feet. His doubts kept him from telling her the truth. She was right. He was a fucking coward but only because he didn’t trust in himself. Emily deserved happiness and a life filled with love.

He watched Emily walk away, and his gut tightened. He felt sick to his stomach. “What the fuck are you doing?” Wayne asked, stepping forward.

Tears sprang to his eyes, and he couldn’t control his feelings. So many women had passed him by, and not once in all of them had he felt lost. Letting Emily walk away would be the death of him. There would never be another woman who could make him feel whole and complete.

The door to the bar closed letting him know she’d walked out of his life.

No, he couldn’t let it happen.

Are you good enough for her?

“She deserves better than me,” Guy said, looking at his friend.

Wayne reached out, grabbing his arms. “You can’t let her get away. You’re in love with her. You will never hurt her. Trust in yourself and how you feel.”

“Why did you try that with whoever that blonde is?” Dorothy asked, closing in.

“I don’t even know her. I’ve been stood outside for a long time.” He let the words spill out. “How can I let her love me? What if I fuck it up?”

“You’re a great guy. Emily loves you because you’re not hiding from her,” Dorothy said.

“I’ve hurt her.”

“Then go and get her. Do the romantic gesture shit that chicks dig,” Dale said. Janet clocked him around the back of the head.

“She’s not going to wait forever. Go and get her,” Wayne said. “No other woman will ever appeal once you claim her. Trust me.”

Stepping forward, Guy felt the gazes of the audience on him. He’d humiliated her in front of all of them, and now he needed to make things right.

You’re a fucking asshole
.

Cursing himself, he continued to make his way through the crowd heading toward the door. There was nothing else for him to do other than grovel at her feet.

Guy opened the door and charged out, finding Emily walking away. She’d put her coat on before walking.

“Em, wait,” he said, shouting for her to stop. He saw her tense, but she kept walking away.

Running over the parking lot, he dodged a car pulling in. She was still walking, and over his shoulder he heard heels and scuffed feet. He didn’t care as he went straight for his woman.

Guy caught her arms, stilling her movements. “Wow, you walk fast.”

“I was walking fast to get away from you.” She tried to pull out of his hold, but he held her still. “Let me go.”

“No, I’m not letting you go.”

“Now you’re going to speak up. Less than five fucking minutes ago you were telling me I was old news.” She tried to fold her arms. He needed to hold onto her. The moment he touched her, Guy felt grounded. There was no need for him to run away or to hide. Emily completed him.

“You’re not old news. You’ll never be old news to me.” Licking his lips, he stared into her deep blue eyes and felt himself drowning. She was in love with him, and he would spend the rest of his life doing whatever it took to deserve her love.

“Stop this, Guy.”

“No. No. No. I’m not stopping this because you were right.” He paused, letting his words sink in.

“What was I right about?” she asked, frowning.

Was he that good an actor that she really didn’t know how he felt?

“I’m in love with you, and I was too much of a fucking coward to tell you the truth. I was scared that I wouldn’t be good enough for you, and I want to be. ” She stood frozen in his arms. He released one of her arms to cup her cheek. Guy felt the need to touch her to know that she was real. Tears streaked her cheeks, and he hated the fact he’d been the one to put them there.

“I’m an asshole.”

“You’re in love with me?” she asked.

“I’ve been in love with you from the first moment I saw you.”

She shook her head, but he detected the smile playing across her lips. “How is that possible?”

“I’m a sick fuck, and I wanted you. It has been you for a long time. I want you, Emily.”

“We barely know each other,” she said.

“You know me more than my own parents do. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to be the mother of my kids.” He heard several gasps from behind him. Emily looked over his shoulder, and he turned her face. “No, ignore them. I don’t care about them. All I care about is you. I love you, and I want you. Nothing else, no one else, only you.”

“I really want to hate you right now,” she said. Her lip quivered.

“Hate me, but tell me you love me.”

“I love you. I’ve loved you even when I didn’t want to.” The tears fell thicker and harder.

Come on, jerk, get on your knees. Prove to her.

Gritting his teeth to stop himself from crying, he fell to his knees in front of her. He didn’t have anything for a ring.

“What are you doing?”

“Yeah, mate, what are you doing?” Wayne asked.

“Emily, I love you. I couldn’t, no, I don’t want to, imagine the rest of my life without you. I’ve been with many women, and none of them compare to how I feel about you. You’re the love of my life. I once remember my father telling me that when you find the one, it will feel like a once in a lifetime feeling. Whenever I’m around you, that’s how I feel. You’re always with me no matter where I go, and I don’t want it to end.” Kissing her knuckles, Guy felt a wave of peace settle over him. He was the doing the right thing, and no other woman would ever attract his attention again. “Emily, will you marry me?” he asked.

She leaned down, smashing her lips against his.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, when she broke the kiss.

“It’s a hell yes.”

He laughed, standing up and pulling her into his arms. Behind him, he heard the commotion as his friends clapped and cheered.

Guy knew if he hadn’t followed her outside he could have lost her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, slamming his lips down on hers, Guy knew he was never going to let her go. Emily was his woman, and there was no way he was letting her go.

Epilogue

One year later

Downing his beer, Guy stared at the man currently trying to dry hump his woman. Anger radiated off him like it had an energy all of its own. Emily had been on the dance floor for ten minutes, and the men were swarming around her. Not that he blamed them. His woman looked hot in the short skirt she wore and the tight white shirt that displayed her curves and large tits perfectly.

“I think she’s waiting for you to claim her,” Dorothy said, smiling at him.

He nodded at her friend and headed out onto the dance floor. They had gotten married in the spring, and since then their life had been perfect. The perfection of their life didn’t stop them claiming each other. When he waited for her in the bar, women would try to get him to stray. He was never tempted by other women. What he loved to watch most of all was Emily coming to his rescue. She had a way about her that captivated him.

A few months back a blonde had been trying to kiss him, and Emily had come in, pulled the woman’s hair and given her what for.

Now it was his turn, and he was more than happy to go and get what was his.

People moved out of his way on the dance floor. Emily had her back to the man, and Guy moved to her front, circling her waist. Her smile brightened up his world, and he knew she’d been waiting for him.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, running a hand down to grip her full ass. He was so going to fuck her tonight and not let her go.

“Hey, man, I was here first.”

Spinning Emily in his hands, he showed the guy her ring. “I was here fucking first. I’m married to her. I claimed her, and she’s mine. Back the fuck off.”

The other man held his hands up disappearing.

Emily chuckled.

“I hate other men touching you.”

“Now you know how I feel when other women touch you thinking they have the right. You’re all mine.”

“Do you own me, Emily Jensen?” he asked, loving the way her name ended.

“You know I do, Guy Jensen.”

He turned her back to face him. Her hands circled his neck. Gripping her ass, he thrust his cock against her.

“I think it’s time we got out of here, husband.”

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

“Nah, I’ve heard that the wall around the back of the bar is good enough for what we’ve got in mind.” Emily took his hand, leading him to where they first met. She pushed him up against the wall, and he spun her around so he was over her. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to taste you, and then I’m going to fuck you, wife of mine. Do as you’re told.” He lifted her skirt, peeled her panties back and tasted her.

Her sweet moans were wonderful for him to hear. Closing his eyes, he stroked her clit and fucked her with his fingers. Within moments she splintered apart. Standing up, Guy didn’t care who came and saw them.

Releasing his cock from his jeans, he thrust in deep and fucked her hard against the wall.

“I love you, baby,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

He’d finally found it. Emily was his once in a lifetime, and he knew it was going to be one hell of a lifetime together.

The End

 
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