Chapter Four: Trouble
"Trouble? Ahh, fuck," Rey sucked in a sharp breath, eyes still shut, as pleasure shot through her body.
Kylo had quickened his pace, every single upward thrust fast and hard. Her body moved in time with his piercing lunges, grinding passionately. Neither held back, their urgency blatantly apparent, and Rey encouraged her betrothed further.
"Harder," the command spilled from her lips on a groan.
The love of her life complied and ooh!
She was so close.
So very close to coming undone, her climax bubbling to the surface.
She felt Kylo's cock swell even bigger with each feral thrust, long and fevered, nearing his release, too. He was relentless, fueled by his unquenchable thirst, their insatiable hunger.
"God, you're so beautiful, Rey," he grunted loudly. "So… beautiful… my… beautiful Rey."
Rey grinned between gasps of ecstasy.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yours."
"Mine."
Her eyes flew open then, a brilliant hazel glare immediately finding rich brown orbs.
"I'm all yours, Kylo. Now… and always."
Rey held Kylo's gaze, matching his intensity, and those pretty eyes, they were her undoing. She caught his lips once more, deepening the kiss with her lashing tongue, claiming every inch of his mouth in the exact moment Rey was pushed over the edge. She erupted, gasping as she involuntarily tightened around his cock. Her muscles spasmed deliciously, convulsing with quick, rhythmic movements. A flood of pleasure drowned her, inundating every single cell in her body. Her orgasm was amplified further as she continued to kiss Kylo passionately all through it, riding out the seismic wave, milking every last drop.
Shortly thereafter, she heard her lover's strangled cry of pleasure as he spilled inside her.
"You came just in time, Ren," Rey mumbled against his lips, grinning mischievously. "We didn't get caught."
"Right," Kylo agreed breathlessly. "Let's keep it that way. We should go."
Adrenaline gave the spent couple a surge of energy then. Kylo quickly removed Rey's panties and handed them back to her. She uncrossed her ankles, and Kylo helped her get back on her feet. Rey slipped her underwear back on in a flash, and tied her wrap dress back around her. Kylo also made himself presentable, fixing his clothes and hair.
"You go out first," Rey instructed. "It'll be obvious if we both go out together." She slapped his backside, playfully, but hard. "Git!"
"Ow."
Kylo grinned playfully back, but didn't hesitate to obey, chuckling as he opened the stall door. He sprinted towards the exit, pausing briefly at the door to look over his shoulder and wink at Rey, who'd come out of the stall. He mouthed, "That was fun!"
She laughed, then made a gesture with her hand, urging him to leave.
He blew her a kiss before cracking the door open, checking to confirm that the coast was clear. He exhaled in relief when he saw no one, and exited the restroom as discreetly as possible, returning to their table.
Rey stood in front of the mirror, tidying herself up a little more. She smiled widely at her reflection, satisfied. Her fantasy had finally become a reality. And not only did she thoroughly enjoy herself, but Kylo did, as well.
She'd had hope for Kylo and in the end, he came through.
Oh, he came alright, Rey joked to herself.
Giggling, she shook her head and walked with a slight limp out of the bathroom. She tried really hard to hide how sore, out of breath, trembling and weak she was, but failed miserably.
"Oof!" she grunted when a tall man wearing a dark, long coat and loose-fitting clothes bumped into her on her way back to her table.
Where the heck did he even come from? Rey asked silently as she regained her bearings.
"P-p-pardon me, miss," the man stuttered his excuse in a devil-may-care tone. "D-d-didn't see you there."
Rey narrowed her eyes, tilting her head. The mysterious man's face was arresting, and not necessarily in a good or bad way. His countenance was street-worn and hard edged, both familiar and strange. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you, either."
The man with disparate features shrugged indifferently before turning on his heel, walking away without another word.
"Weird," Rey muttered to herself, thinking how it was also strange that the man donned a trench coat when it was summer. Shaking the bizarre vibes of the encounter off, Rey continued her unsteady steps.
When she arrived back at the table, she nearly collapsed into her seat, her legs as wobbly as a newborn calf's.
"You okay there, Smalls?" her smart-aleck fiancé quipped.
"Oh, I am more than okay, Biggie," she grinned back at him. "My fantasy just came true—thanks to you—and now I'm in the mood to party hard." The adrenaline had left her system now, and even though she was tired, she wasn't necessarily exhausted. "I wanna get turnt up!"
"Turnt up?" Kylo repeated, baffled.
"You know… get lit?"
"Lit?"
Rey huffed, blowing a raspberry in slight frustration. "Wasted, Kylo. I wanna get wasted."
"Oh, now that I understood," Kylo said, lifting to wave his hand, nabbing the waiter's attention. "I know the perfect place to go do that."
"Great," Rey sighed, blissed out in her post-coital afterglow. "Let's go."
Traffic had died down some, so they arrived at their destination–21 West 9th Street–in less than ten minutes, much to Rey's delight.
"Omar's," she contemplated aloud, reading the name on the banner adorning the entrance as they stood outside the building.
Kylo linked arms with Rey, leading her down the short flight of stairs into the historic brownstone.
"What is this place, Kylo?" asked Rey once inside the intimate and lavish setting.
"It's a club," he told Rey.
"A club?"
"A private, members-only dining club," he elaborated. "It's one of my favorite places to celebrate and grab a drink."
"Huh. Not exactly the kind of club I usually get wasted at... but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?" she commented wryly.
"Right," Kylo agreed with a chuckle.
They were seated immediately upon arrival, and Rey took in her surroundings. She noted the residential feel of the posh restaurant, with its art deco design of stepped tray ceilings and millwork details. A gold-leafed bookcase adorned the private bar, and the dining room had a pop of color from the Hermès orange leather chairs that complemented the black and white mural on the ceiling.
"Let me get that chair for you, sweetheart," Kylo offered once the hostess showed them to their table.
Rey thanked him while proceeding to survey the celebrity hot spot. She even spotted an A-list actor in her perusal, freaking out internally when she recognized Jake Gyllenhaal just a few tables down.
"What do you want to drink, babe?" Kylo asked, disrupting Rey's silent fangirling.
"Umm… I don't know," Rey chewed on her bottom lip. "You decide. Surprise me, Ren."
A male waiter approached to introduce himself, and Rey let Kylo order for them both.
"Two Yamazaki, neat."
"Right away, sir," the waiter stated before whisking away to fetch their drinks.
"I don't think I've ever had Yama-kooky," Rey remarked, butchering the liquor's name. "What is it?"
"Yamazaki," Kylo corrected, amused laughter rumbling in his chest. "It's Japanese, and it's my favorite whiskey. Been named the best in the world. I think it was even referred to as a work of genius once."
"A work of genius? Hmm." Rey was impressed. "Cool. I can't wait to try it."
When the waiter arrived, placing their drinks in front of them, Rey took a whiff of the spirit; it was strong, refined, and distinctive. The flowery and fruity aroma enticed her. Still, Rey hummed speculatively before taking her first sip of the amber liquid. She was surprised to find that it was spicy, almost cinnamony, and crisp.
"Umm, Kylo?"
"Yeah?" His handsome face was eager, expectant.
"This is like, really weak," Rey tsked as she downed the last of the succulently sweet whiskey. "Tasty, but weak."
"You think it's weak?" Kylo repeated, smiling knowingly. "Alright, well, let's get you another one."
He motioned the waiter over, ordering another round for Rey. The waiter brought a new glass of the internationally coveted whiskey, on the rocks this time. Kylo's eyes widened when Rey snatched the glass, gulping it down in one swift swig.
"Kylo, what the hell, babe? They're like, giving me water here. C'mon, now! I told you I wanted to get turnt up."
"Would you like another, miss?" the waiter asked when he saw her empty glass.
"Yes, please!" Rey flashed the waiter a toothy grin. He left, but returned quickly with another glass. Rey downed that one, too.
Kylo sucked in air through his teeth. "Ooh!"
"Wa?" Rey mumbled around the rim of her glass.
"Oh, nothing," he told her as he took a sip of his own drink.
Rey blinked twice, noticing it was still his first one.
"Just wait 'til you stand up," Kylo uttered under his breath.
"What?" Rey asked, missing what he had said.
Kylo shook his head, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Nothing."
"IthinkIwannamartini," Rey announced once done with her fourth glass of whiskey, her words beginning to garble.
"You want a martini?" Kylo inquired, incredulous.
"Yeeeessssssss," Rey's head lolled to the side as she giggled incessantly. "Extra dirty." She gave Kylo a flirty wink, biting her lip.
"Rey, are you sure you about that?" Kylo asked with concern.
"John Ceeenaaaa, yeessss," she slurred. "I am so fucking sure. I have never been surer… Surer?" she hiccuped, covering her mouth. "Das a funny word... Surer." Rey giggled in drunken, slit-eyed delight. "Martiniiii!"
"Right away, miss," the waiter was nearby and heard her order.
"Maybe you shouldn'—"
Placing her finger over his lips, she shushed him. "Shh!" Rey fixated on his mouth, recalling with delicious detail what he'd done with it earlier. "I…" she cleared her throat to stifle a moan. "I wanna make a toast."
"A toast?"
"Here's your martini, miss," the waiter had returned with the classic cocktail in tow. "Extra dirty."
"Thanksss," Rey grabbed her drink, raising the glass high. "Cheers to you, Kylo Ren, my future wife."
Kylo snorted softly, but schooled his expression and humored his fiancée, raising his whiskey glass. "And cheers to you, Rey Nowan, my soon-to-be husband."
"I—I promisssse to be the best husband there ever was in the history of forever," Rey clinked her glass with his. Her eyes shone brilliantly with inebriation and held-back tears. She downed the glass of the savory cocktail bursting with saltiness from the olive brine, drinking it in one large gulp. "Thank you for this wonderful night."
"You're welcome, sweetheart," Kylo smiled that broad smile he only did for her. "I have one more thing to give you, actually." He whipped out his iPhone to send a text. "A graduation present."
"Wh-? No. No, Kyle Ron," Rey drunkenly garbled her protest, shaking her head profusely. "You've already given me so much."
"Nonsense," Kylo countered. "I've barely even begun to give you what you deserve."
"What I—," Rey hiccuped, "—deserve?"
"You deserve the world, Rey."
"Aww." A feeling of warmth flowed through her body, and it wasn't purely from the alcohol. His romantic words wooed her, sweeping her off her feet. "B-but Kyl—"
Tom Cruz appeared almost out of thin air then, handing a gift-wrapped box to Kylo.
"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Ren?" he asked.
"No, that's all. Thank you."
The driver nodded before leaving, presumably to return to the car.
"Congratulations on becoming an engineer, babe," Kylo lauded, handing Rey her present.
It was wrapped in elegant white paper, and topped with a gold decorative bow. She reached out and grabbed the medium-sized box with both hands. It was lighter than she had expected. Rey stammered, wanting to express her gratitude but words escaped her.
"Go on," her fiancé urged. "Open it."
"Okay," Rey swayed drunkenly in her seat. "It's almost too pretty to open." She tentatively unwrapped the gift, careful not to mess up the expensive wrapping paper too much. When she opened the box, unveiling what was under the tissue paper, she gasped. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Biggie." Her mind magnetized as her eyes remained glued.
"I figured you'd need a bag of some kind for work," Kylo remarked as Rey's fingers skimmed the luxurious white leather.
"So you got me a Birkin bag," she snorted while shrugging her shoulders. "Makes perfect sense."
She continued to gawk, admiring the most coveted purse in the world. Its shape was what made Rey immediately recognize it, having seen it in photos tucked into the crook of the arms of the uber rich and famous. And now, she owned one herself. She could hardly believe it, even as she stared at the looping leather top handles, the hanging clochette, and the strap closure with platinum plated hardware links that had a polished turn lock.
"Do you like it?" Kylo asked, snapping Rey out of her foggy musings.
She startled, sobering a bit. "Oh, well… it's a bit much, I think, but—" her glassy hazel eyes flicked up to meet his, "—I'd be a huge ass liar if I told you I didn't love it." Her cheeks dimpled with exquisite sweetness and gratefulness. "Thank you, Kylo." She rose to stand, wanting to go embrace her generous betrothed when worry swiftly crossed his features… and then hers.
"Uh-oh," said Rey as the room began to spin, and an overwhelming wave of nausea surged over her. She staggered, losing her balance. Closing her eyes to help lessen the intense vertigo, she braced for impact, knowing for sure she'd fall to the ground any second now.
"I got you!" Kylo reassured with a grunt as he caught Rey's body in his arms, breaking her fall.
She opened her eyes to find he had scooped her up into his arms. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as Kylo carried her like a groom would his bride on their wedding day.
Well, Rey would be his bride soon, anyway.
Practice makes perfect, the thought popped in Rey's head.
"You okay?" he asked with concern.
"I think I'm okay. Just really dizzy and…" she heard the indistinct chatter of the restaurant die down. The scene had drawn the attention of the diners.
Her ears reddened, embarrassed, even in her drunken state. She thought she had lowered her voice, but when she spoke, it was booming. "Shit, I'm so wasted!"
His shoulders shook with amusement. "Yes, you are."
"That whiskey doesn't fuck around!" she yelled, thinking no one else could hear her but Kylo.
"No," he suppressed more laughter. "It doesn't."
"Take me home, please," she whispered loudly, "before I make a fool of myself."
"Yes, dear," he conceded with a grin.
He motioned the waiter over for assistance, and he helped grab Rey's gift and belongings. They passed many diners on their way out, and Rey—still in Kylo's strong arms—covered her face with her hands, believing it would somehow make her invisible.
"Are we outside yet?" Rey inquired after a while.
"Mm-hmm," Kylo answered. "We're outside.
Coast is clear."
"Good," Rey exhaled in relief, removing her hands from her face. "Do you think anyone saw me?"
"Umm," Kylo clicked his tongue. "Yes. Everyone definitely saw you, yes."
"Even Jake Gyllenhaal?"
"Yup," Kylo nodded affirmatively, barely able to contain his laughter. "He saw you, too."
"Fuck!" Rey groaned miserably.
Kylo burst into laughter then. "Oh, Rey."
"What?"
"Let me get those bags!" Tom Cruz sprung out of the car and ran towards Kylo, Rey, and the waiter. He all but snatched Rey's belongings from the waiter's hands, eager to prove himself useful. "Do you need help with Rey too, sir?"
"No, I've got her," Kylo told the keen driver.
"Okay," he nodded before running back to the car. Kylo turned to address the waiter, ordering him to put the check (and a very generous tip) on his tab.
"Certainly, sir. Thank you!" the waiter beamed, turning to head back inside the members-only dining club. He called over his shoulder, "Have a good night."
"Oh, we're gonna have a good night alright," Rey giggled. "Just wait 'til we get home, and I'll let you have your way with me."
"Is that so?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Huh, well I can hardly wait," Kylo whispered in her ear, knowing full well she was going to pass out any second now.
Rey was filled to the brim with joy as she giggled incessantly in his arms.
What a day! Rey mused internally.
It was all too much and also not enough.
"I love it when you carry me like this," she confessed to her beloved.
"I know," Kylo replied with a sideways smirk. "Me, too."
Rey smiled back.
No more talk of 'Why can't that be me,' Rey told herself. Now, it's actually happening to me. It's really fucking happening.
She had never been one to believe in fairy tales. But, as fate would have it, she had stumbled upon her prince.
And they had fallen in love.
And they were happy.
And... they were getting married.
"I love you, Kylo," she told her fiancé.
"I love you, too, Rey."
I'm Cinder-fucking-ella, was her last coherent thought before falling into a gentle slumber, still in Kylo's arms.
Too enraptured in the tender moment, the happy couple failed to notice that someone was watching them. A man dressed in a dark trench coat had been following the pair since he spotted them earlier that night.
He swiftly took out his camera. It shuttered noisily as he took numerous pictures of the unsuspecting couple before they got into the white Tesla that whisked them away.
He waved them off, even though he knew they hadn't seen or even acknowledged his presence. Once the car had turned the corner, the man dipped his head, nodding with leering approval upon reviewing all the pictures he took that evening.
"P-p-p-perfect."
Author's Note:
Hmm... who is that dude?
Please feel free to share any theories, comments, thoughts! Storytelling is even funner when I hear from readers. Plus, it helps keep me motivated to keep writing. So if you want more story, share what's on your mind :D
And yup, Omar's is a real place! If you live near NYC and would like to be considered for membership, I suggest filling out their membership application. Who knows? You might get in and be able to rub elbows with Jake Gyllenhaal or some other notable celebrity ;)
Yamazaki whiskey is real too and it's delicious, but be careful with it, hahaha!
Thanks for reading!
