Author's Note: There is an R-rated scene in this chapter, so be warned.
Se Tromper
Sydney ordered some champagne and drank it out of the bottle as she sat in the chair by the window. It was still raining and she watched people go by, walking quickly, with umbrellas over their heads.
She saw one young couple sharing an umbrella. They were walking slow and laughing, just enjoying the pleasure of each other's company. They skipped over puddles now and then and gave each other quick kisses as they strolled down the street.
Sydney started to tear up. She wanted something like that so much it was almost killing her. She desperately longed for the happy, carefree, deep love the couple shared. She took a long drink from the bottle and was startled to find it empty. She sighed and stood up from the chair a bit wobbly on her feet. She dug in one of the cabinets by the television and the small refrigerator and grabbed some small bottles of liquor. Not caring what they were, she took them and stuffed them into the pockets of her coat.
She was going out.
She left the room and went to the elevator. After an entire bottle of champagne, she was surprised she wasn't falling over. She made it down to the lobby and politely asked the receptionist to point her in the direction of the nearest café. She gave the woman a smile and started off.
The café was only a block away and the rain had finally subsided. Sydney made it there fairly quickly and ordered a cup of coffee to go. She paid the cashier and took her coffee outside and found a table. She sat down and popped the top off her tall cup. With a quick glance around and only finding a man of about thirty-five or so with his back to her, she figured it was safe to bring out the good stuff. She took a few sips of her coffee (as it was filled to the brim) and poured in the contents of one of the bottles. She drank almost half of what was in the cup and poured in a couple more of the small bottles. She tossed them into the trash can a few feet from her.
The man looked up and turned around to gaze at Sydney. She took a long drink of her coffee and gazed at him. He was actually somewhat good-looking: seemingly tall, jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and a nice smile.
Sydney almost choked on her coffee when the sudden thought of her in bed with the man surged into her head. The man got up from his seat and checked to see if she was all right.
Sydney smiled in response and reached out to touch his hand. The man smiled at her curiously and she jerked her hand back. What the hell am I doing? She sighed a bit and looked up into the man's eyes. He seemed really kind, but also maybe just crazy enough to want to have a one-night-stand. Sydney almost choked on her coffee again and again the man asked if she was all right. She nodded and suddenly stood up. She was standing just inches away from him and seriously considered just wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
He seemed to understand what she wanted because he touched her cheek softly and took her hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her fingers.
He knows I'm drunk.
Sydney nearly melted from his gentle touch. She gazed down and saw a Rolex on his wrist. She looked closer at what he was wearing and saw that the suit was most likely an Armani.
Hooking up with an attractive rich guy...a girl can't do much better than this.
Sydney gazed into his eyes for a moment before asking, Parlez-vous anglais?
Oui, mademoiselle.
Sydney smiled and gave a small sigh of relief. Me too. She dumped the rest of her coffee in the trash can and linked her arm with one of the man's arms and led him to the hotel.
The receptionist gave her a look of confusion as Sydney strolled in with the attractive rich guy. Sydney had to bite her tongue to keep from telling the woman to stay out of her business.
The two made their way to the elevator and she punched the number four. When the elevator arrived on the fourth floor, she led him urgently to her room and shut the door softly.
Almost immediately the man had his hands on her. Sydney shrugged out of her coat and the man threw his off. His hands were on her back as they kissed. Sydney immediately thought of Sark, but remembered that she shouldn't because he evidently didn't feel the same way she did about him. With that in mind, she allowed herself to surrender to the man who was now raining kisses on her neck.
The man worked to get Sydney out of her shirt as Sydney unbuttoned his shirt. The shirts were gone and the pants came next. The man rained kisses on Sydney's shoulders and she responded by moaning in pleasure. The man reached behind and unhooked Sydney's bra and tore it off then quickly slipped off her panties. Sydney hooked her thumbs into the man's boxers and those were removed as well.
Sydney swallowed hard. Part of her really wanted to do this but another part of her told her it was just the liquor that was causing her to feel that she wanted to do this. She had to admit that it probably was, but she was left feeling so incredibly burned by Sark that she needed something to heal her pain.
She didn't have time for any more thoughts because a few seconds later, she was on her back on the bed with the man hovering above her. He ran his tongue over her collarbone then let it slide up along her neck and over her chin to the inside of her mouth.
Sydney was so preoccupied with the man's tongue down her throat that she barely had time to react when he entered her. He continued to rain kisses on her neck as he worked.
Meanwhile, Sark was sitting in his room thinking about the earlier events of the day. Sydney had seemed to actually enjoy the act they had to put on for Shatz. He had heard her moan, but thought it was just for Shatz's sake. When he saw how unhappy Sydney looked when he told her they wouldn't be sharing rooms, he considered just telling her right then and there that he had feelings for her, despite the fact that he had decided to wait.
He stood up suddenly. Now was his chance. He would knock on her door and when she answered, he would take her in his arms and they would share the most passionate, earth-shattering kiss that could ever be shared between two people.
He grabbed the room key and marched out into the hallway. Luckily, her room was on the same floor as his so he got there quickly. He was grinning when he got to the door and raised his hand to knock when he heard a low moan from inside the room. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and nearly jumped when he heard a loud and clear in a voice that was most certainly Sydney's. He stood there in disbelief for a minute and heard Sydney's voice and some man's voice both declare in loud moans that what had started had come to an end.
Sark gritted his teeth and shook his head as he turned back around to go to his room.
Sydney breathed heavily as the man rolled off of her and lay beside her, catching his breath. She suddenly felt that she had betrayed Sark and hot tears surged into her eyes. She gathered up the covers and pulled them over her as she heard the man mumble that he should probably leave. She whispered an affirmative response and the man gathered up his clothes, got dressed, and left.
Sydney lay there for a few minutes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sark was seemingly not in the same place as she was, but she still couldn't get over her guilt. Compunction had set up camp in her stomach when she rose to gather up her clothes and dig through her suitcase for a pair of pajamas.
Before she got dressed, she decided to take a shower to remove all the unwanted memories of what had just taken place. She knew she wouldn't be able to forget everything but she would try her damnedest.
She lay a pair of pajamas and the appropriate undergarments on the bed and started to turn around to make her way to the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks and whipped back around to look at the pajamas. The Sark dream came flooding back to her: the pajamas she had chosen were the same ones she had chosen to wear in that dream.
Sighing heavily, she shook her head and went into the bathroom.
Author's Note: Se tromper means to be mistaken.