First, before I start out this fic, let me just clear out that if you don't like reading something like this, I don't recommend you to continue it. But if you want to try it, you can. I'm not stopping you or anything, but read at your own risk. And the term 'cougar' is actually (and you can trust me, I checked it out) referring to: women 30–40 years old who pursue sexual relations with people more than eight years younger. So yeah, there you go.
It's Been a Long Time Coming
The story behind the 'Mystery Woman' Brody slept with in How To Be a Heartbreaker, and her life when she found out the 'gigolo' is now working in the same office with her.
Chapter 1
Gwendolyn Thénardier can feel the rush heating up her face as she stares at the naked young man sleeping in the same bed next to her. She feels her heart thumping against her ribs - she feels awful. And dirty. How could she? And all because of what stupid Jenny said? She lets a stupid freckled red-head who lives with two cats get into her head! Great.
And this man...
Gwendolyn spares the man a look. She remembers vividly his expression when he was ... you know ... Oh God, his face. He was disgusted. Sure, he hides it well but the fact was there. He was disgusted. Maybe he should. His choice of career is something to be ashamed of - but maybe he was just disgusted by her.
Gwen felt something in her stomach dropped. She touched her cheek with the tips of her fingers, her swollen lips and touched her pixie-hair.
Gwen realized she looked too old for her age. Being twenty-seven and she already had wrinkles resembled a middle-aged woman. Perhaps that must be the reason her fiance left her. Not this again, something inside of her scolds. She slaps herself across the face and slowly put her toes against the carpet, feeling the cold fabric against her soles. She exhales.
The young man shifts besides her and Gwen stops, her heart's raising.
No, no. Please don't wake up. She closes her eyes and bites her lips. Please, please, I'm begging You, God. Don't wake him up.
The young man continues on sleeping, his chest falls and rises in a peaceful rhythm. Gwen lets out an air through her lips and lets her pulse settle in a calming beat. She studies his face - this poor, poor young man. What happened to him that he ended up here? Doing this job? He looks extremely young - too young for Gwen to tamper. And handsome.
Clean face, dark eyes, rough lips.
Gwen looks away, feeling the guilt lapping inside of her mind again. She isn't supposed to be here.
Quickly, she gathers her clothes and put it on. There's a part of her clothes torn and once again, Gwen feels the heat rushes to her neck up to her cheek. How many drinks exactly did she had?
Did she mention how stupid Jenny is?
She sighs harshly, putting on her heels clumsily. Once all is done, she takes a step towards the door. But as her hand hover over the knob, she feels the urge to turn around. She stares at the young man and drowns herself in what she has done, what he did, together. His hands, her legs, his grunts, her moans and everything.
3:57 AM
She doesn't know why she left the extra money laying next to his pants that was lying on the floor, but she glad she did it. Maybe it could help him somehow - put an end to what he's doing. Let her be his last client. And now she's on her way home and to her life, and she swears to God - she's not coming back.