Authors: S Michaels
‘Out to impress?’ I regard her stance as
she sashays towards the doorman at the club.
‘Oh yes’ she throws a red lipstick smile my
way ‘he is in trouble tonight!’
I laugh as the doorman greets us ‘good
evening ladies your names please?’ We give our names and are gestured through
to the impressive foyer.
‘Wow, this is stylish’ Bella is observing
all the details of the decoration ‘this would make a wicked venue’ she mumbles
as her eyes move around her surroundings. A waitress approaches with a tray of
champagne welcoming us and for a moment Bella is distracted, ‘oh thank you’ she
takes two glasses handing me one.
‘It is pretty stunning’ I note ‘tasteful’
‘Exactly!’ she hands her glass to me and
pulls out a tiny notepad from her clutch scribbling some notes before returning
it to her bag. We enter the main area which is just as striking and already
buzzing with people, it is a private function being the opening event so the
occupants are mainly potential clients or individuals who were involved in the
development. There are men in their plenty mostly in suits that radiate wealth
and power, we strut to the bar area and place our glasses on the ledge before
turning to peruse the clientele.
‘So what do you think?’ I test.
‘I like it very much’ Bella’s eyes are
sparkling with something I recognize as ambition, I can almost hear the cogs of
her brain turning ‘just the place for birthday bashes’ she voices.
‘Yes, I can totally agree I would be
extremely appreciative of a birthday party here’ I tease.
‘Let’s mingle’ she whispers. We wander
around the room as Bella checks out the facilities smiling and greeting people
she is familiar with.
‘Ok I am bored surveying the building now
Bella, let’s get a drink’ I move across the dance area of the club until I
reach the bar, ‘two passion fruit mojitos please’ I smile at the bartender and
reach in my purse for money.
‘Hi Abi!’ Mike calls from beside me ‘is
Bella with you?’
‘Hi Mike, yes she should be behind me’ I
turn to locate Bella without success, ‘she is somewhere nearby, can I get you a
drink Mike?’
‘Sure! JD and coke please Abi’ he sits at a
bar stall, ‘so what do you think of the place?’
‘Stunning Mike, Bella informs me that you
were involved in the renovating, cheers’ I tip my glass to Mike.
‘Cheers, yes I was part of the team’ he
nods and is distracted momentarily by who I presume is Bella behind me by his
grin, ‘well hi Bella’ he stands leaning down to kiss Bella’s cheek and I roll
my eyes.
‘Mike’ she returns the kiss her eyes
sparkling towards his, I hand her the cocktail grinning something tells me I am
going to be a spare part this evening. They make a handsome couple both with
their blonde hair and blue eyes, Mike is tall at around six foot Bella being a
foot smaller with her four inch heels.
‘You look sensational’ he murmurs down to
her his eyes focusing on hers alone.
‘Why thank you Mike’ she smiles up at him.
‘Excuse me’ I decide that I cannot stand by
and watch such an intimate moment and collect my drink from the bar and move
around the room. The background music that was has since been vamped up and a
few intoxicated woman are now on the dance floor moving to the rhythm. I am
smiling as I turn and bump into someone almost spilling my drink, ‘oh I am
sorry’ I utter apologetically.
‘That’s….’ my eyes move up to a pair of extremely
green eyes, ‘Abi!’ Grant breathes.
‘Hi’ I flush, what the hell is Grant doing
here? My heart is hammering through my chest.
‘Hi!’ his eyebrows raise to the ceiling in
surprise ‘what are you doing here?’
‘I am here with Bella’ I murmur as my
insides remember the impact this man has on me and begins its awakening.
‘It’s good to see you’ he murmurs quietly
his eyes warming as he takes in my appearance, ‘you look good Abi, gorgeous in
fact’
‘You too’ I flush as I recall images of my
hands in his hair as he bites my nipples, I take a deep breath and put a hand
to my chest to steady my nerves. A woman appears at Grant’s arm and links her
arm in his, ‘shall we get a drink darling?’ she murmurs seductively against his
shoulder ignoring me completely.
‘Good to see you Grant’ I wave as I turn
and walk back towards Bella my heart jumping out of my chest. I feel pain
surge through my chest at the picture of Grant with another woman, a very
attractive woman at that, small with a short brown bob and big blue eyes. I
don’t expect him to live as a monk but to actually witness him draped around
another woman hurts. I shake my head what are you doing Abi you had a holiday
fling with him?
I reach the bar where Bella is leaning into
Mike her hand around his tie as she is mumbling up to him, Mike poor man is
staring down his face totally beguiled by Bella’s actions. As I reach them
Bella turns to me, ‘you ok’ she frowns stepping away from Mike.
‘Yes, I am going to make a move Bella you
stay and enjoy’ I move my eyebrow in Mike’s direction.
‘We have just arrived what has happened’
Bella knows me so well.
‘Nothing you have fun really, I won’t wait
up’ I wink at her encouragingly but she isn’t convinced.
‘Abi’ she warns before her eyes move to the
side of me before comprehension reflects in her eyes.
‘Grant’ Mike shakes Grant’s hand ‘what do
you think?’
‘Sensational Mike really pleased, you?’
Grant’s gaze moves to mine and I avert my eyes.
‘See you at home’ I whisper to Bella and
turn to move away, I make it to the foyer before Grant grabs my arm and gently
pulls me to face him.
‘Where you going Abi?’ he mutters.
‘Home’ I express politely.
‘Stay’ he insists his eyes penetrating
mine.
‘I can’t Grant besides you have a date by
the looks of things’ why did I say that I sound like a jealous girlfriend?
‘Maybe we will bump into each other again’ I paint a polite smile on my face
before turning back towards the entrance.
He grasps my arm and moves me out of the
busy foyer to a side room that appears to be an office of some sort.
‘What the…Grant stop!’ I demand irritably.
He pushes me against the desk and moves
flush against me ‘what’s with the politeness Abi?’ he furies as his eyes spark
down towards me. I stare into his green eyes my body tingling with the
proximity of his body against mine as he takes a sharp breath. His mouth moves
to mine his tongue thrusting inside battling with mine as I groan my hands
finding his hair pulling him into me. He moves his hand over my backside to
the edge of my dress pulling it upwards frantically as his hand locates my
underwear-less moist core, ‘yes’ he moans ‘god Abi I have missed you’ he thrust
two fingers inside me as I call out against his mouth. I am powerless, I can
do nothing against the sensations that are surging through my body his thumb
expertly applies pressure to my clitoris as his fingers thrust in and out.
‘Grant’ I cry out as the wave of pleasure
ripples through me and I explode my sex contracting around his fingers.
‘That’s it Abi’ he groans as his tongue
thrusts once again inside my mouth, he removes his fingers and tips me on the
desk releasing his throbbing arousal his lips refusing to disconnect from
mine. In one solid thrust he is inside me moaning into my mouth, I wrap my
legs around him urging him deeper as he pounds inside me again and again. I am
meeting him thrust for thrust greedily absorbing the sensations I have missed.
‘Yes’ I moan as I throw my head back and
Grant bites my neck.
‘Come with me Abi’ he demands as he
quickens his pace circling my sex as his words alone commence the waves of
pleasure as I call out his name and come around his throbbing erection, he stills
and joins me stroking until every drop is milked.
I am panting Grant kissing my face and
neck, ‘I have missed you’ he whispers against my ear, butterflies flutter in my
stomach as my eyes find his. It is still there the connection between us
despite the time apart, I cannot speak only feel as I relay my words through my
eyes. Someone bangs on the door and Grant jumps up adjusting himself ensuring
the door is locked before running his hands over his face. His eyes find mine
once again as I move to stand, he hands me a box of tissues off of the side and
I sort myself out.
‘No underwear?’ his eyes are black with
desire.
‘The dress’ I whisper as though he will
comprehend that the effect of the dress reduces with a visible panty line. I
am standing my cheeks flushed my eyes sparkling gaping at my Vegas man with no
idea of what is happening.
He walks back to me wrapping his arms
around my middle nuzzling my neck ‘Abi’ he murmurs into me with such feeling
that my insides melt and my eyes tear, I sigh.
‘Stay please’ he pleads.
‘Your date’ I whisper.
‘Stay’ he insists and I wrap my arms around
him the familiarity soothing me. Someone once again bangs on the door and
Grant releases me reluctantly before opening it.
‘Mr Fitzgerald, sorry sir I didn’t realize
it was you’ a voice stutters.
‘Ok Gerry, I will be out in a moment’ Grant
soothes as he once again closes the door.
‘So I take it you are allowed in here?’ I
enquire.
‘Yes’ he turns to me his eyes pensive ‘this
is my club Abi’
‘Your club’ I repeat confused ‘I thought
you were in property’
‘I am’ he exhales a breath ‘this is a mess’
Before I can enquire as to what exactly the
door bursts open and the woman from earlier is standing there glaring at me
sitting on the desk. I am muddled and have exactly zero idea of what is occurring
around me.
‘Who is she Grant?’ she requests her face
thunderous.
‘A friend’ he mutters frowning at her. I
glance at him and hold his gaze for what seems like hours before she moves
forward to face me.
‘Who are you?’ she demands and I frown at
her.
‘Nothing to do with you’ I reply, I don’t appreciate
this woman speaking me in such a manner.
‘It is everything to do with me if you are
making your moves on my fiancé!’
‘What the…Amber!’ Grant growls.
The room spins as I digest her words,
fiancé! He has just fucked me on his desk and his fiancé is ten foot away. It
takes all my inner strength to stand and face her.
‘You are welcome to him’ I avoid his eyes
and push past the pair of them to the entrance where I hail a cab home. It
isn’t until I am home that the impact of what has just transpired becomes
apparent and I sink down onto my bed in floods of tears.
I am cleaning the kitchen when Bella
finally arrives home at 11am the next morning, ‘Hi’ her eyes find mine and
search for something I am not sure of.
‘Hi, good night?’ I grin ‘walk of shame?’
She smiles relieved that I am still
standing and not blubbering into my quilt, I have no doubt that she has been
informed of last night’s antics, well some of them by Mike who must be aware of
the engagement of his friend.
‘What can I say I am a hussy?’ she relaxes
before turning to me ‘are you ok?’
‘Fine thanks’ I return to scouring the oven
avoiding her eyes.
‘Abigail’ she calls using my full name.
‘What?’ I turn towards her with an
impassive glance.
‘Speak to me’ she demands.
‘Bella I am fine what do you want to discuss?’
I continue to scrub the oven.
‘Grant is devastated’ she murmurs.
I stop scrubbing and turn to her my mouth
open in disbelief, ‘are you fucking joking me Bella?’
‘What do you mean?’ she frowns.
‘I mean the guy fucked me in the office
then introduced me to his fiancé are you on fucking drugs?’
‘What?’ she shocks ‘what are you talking
about?’
‘Are we talking about the same thing
Bella?’
‘Grant came into the bar to inform us you
walked out on him’ she murmurs ‘what actually happened, I would have left with
you if…..’
‘Forget it!’ I mutter continuing with the
oven.
‘Abigail please!’ she pleads.
I stop and turn throwing the sponge in the
sink, ‘I thought he was different Bella, I thought he was different from the
rest’ a sob escapes me and I automatically move my hand to my mouth. Bella
wraps her arms around me and I sob into her shoulder, ‘I though he was special’
‘I am so sorry Abi, so sorry’ she rubs my
back crying against my shoulder ‘I didn’t know, I promise I didn’t know!’
We are seated on the sofa one either end a
quilt wrapped around us, we are drinking wine with Pretty Woman playing on the DVD
player.
‘Men are pricks’ Bella announces ‘did you
really let him screw you on the desk?’
‘I am afraid so’ I murmur ‘I lose all rhyme
or reason around that man’ I turn to her ‘have you ever been with a man that as
soon as he is within your personal space you forget everything else surrounding
you?’