Paradise. Christian stares at the name on his phone and his hands tremble. His eyes dart up to the bar, and connect with the vodka shot poured in front of him. Is it the fifth or sixth, he can't tell, but it's definitely needed. He grabs the glass and gulps down the liquid encouragement. He presses dial.
"Chriiiiissss, my man! I'll miss you dude. Can't believe you're going." Elliot slurs and crashes onto the chair next to Christian who is desperately trying to hear his phone.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to call her."
"Dude?! Not again. Man you've got to get another pussy on your dick… You see those twins, what if you take the one with the pink shirt, and I'll take the one with the white. What do you say? For your last night here?" Elliot waves to the two blondes at the other end of the bar, the girls giggle and push their tits just a bit higher. Christian turns to look, and whistles almost forgetting he's still holding his phone to his ear.
"Damn. Talk about double Ds."
"I know right. And they're not even jailbait. I know." Elliot lifts his brows and nods with a shit eating smile on his lips, before taking a sip from his beer. "Well, is Paradise-pussy answering?"
"Same thing as the last time. Number can't be reached. I can't fucking believe I've missed her call again." Christian clenches his jaw, thinking about the fact that he asked her to call if she comes to Washington State. And the both times she has called, he has missed it. What if she's here, if I really saw her and not just someone that looked like her, in Seattle? He waves down the bartender and orders another shot, which he drains, and follows it up with a bottle of beer, deciding that he's had enough of the hard liquor for tonight.
"Maybe it's not meant to be, dude." Elliot pats him on the shoulder.
Christian nurses his beer and stares at the game playing on the big screen. He's startled, first by breasts pressing against his back and then a spray tanned arm reaching for the peanuts on the bar. He turns his head and practically dives into a pair of breasts. The overly sweet perfume hits his senses and the big blue eyes with fake lashes are stripping him bare. He tries to keep his eyes to her face, but the vodka has wrecked his self-control and he finds himself blatantly staring at the cleavage. The thought of pushing his dick between those tits has him throbbing in his pants.
"Mind giving me the peanuts?" The blonde says in an accent he can't quite place.
"Sure." Christian reaches for the plate of nuts and pulls it in front of him. The blonde reaches out and picks a peanut. Her fingernails are bright pink, as is her shirt. She enjoys his stare as she pops a nut in her mouth and licks off the excess salt off her fingers. Her lips purse around her fingers and in an instant the notion of tit-fucking has been replaced by a blow job. He grabs a few nuts and drops them in his own mouth. The blonde is still standing too close, but to be honest, the feel of a well formed female body pressing against his, might just be what the doctor ordered. In a spur of the moment decision, he takes a nut between his fingers and feeds it to the blonde, her hot mouth wrapping around his fingers making all coherent thoughts vanish from his head. So, when she leans in and kisses him, he goes along, plunging his tongue into her strawberry daiquiri tasting mouth.
Elliot cheers on and makes his move on the other twin. And soon, both of them are behaving like a couple of drunken teenagers, instead of the thirty-something men they are.
The pink twin, pulls Christian into the hallway, or it might be him dragging her, their drunken stupor making it impossible to tell who is pushing and who is pulling. They crash into the wall in the back corner by the stairs, his back against the wall as she drops to her knees and unbuckles his belt. The warning bells go off in his head, but too late, she licks over the length of his stone-hard dick and any control he thought he had is shot to hell.
"Fuck!" he hisses through his teeth as the blonde sucks him off. His eyes turn into his head and his knees nearly buckle as she deep throats him. He blinks and tries to focus on the sight in front of him. The image is off - even his vodka drenched brain gets that - the blond head bobbing in his lap, is all wrong, but it feels so good that he can't make her stop. Closing his eyes he imagines a certain brunette blowing his horn, and before he even knows it, he's thrusting harder and deeper, pushing his fingers through her hair until ejaculating with a grunt. The blond blinks away the tears his deep thrusts brought front and leaves her lipstick on his still semi-hard dick as she tucks it inside his pants. She stands up, but when she tries to kiss him desperate to get her turn, he dodges. His stomach is suddenly churning at the idea of kissing the blonde again. I've got to get the hell out of here, he thinks as he shoves her aside and almost runs past the bar before he's stopped.
"Hey! Heeeey! Where the fuck do you think you're going? The evening's just getting started" Elliot grabs his arm and pulls him to the chair next to him, while trying to balance the other twin on his knee, her arms around his neck, her tongue in his ear.
"I've got to go…" Christian gets interrupted.
"You're leaving? Done so soon?" The blonde with the pink shirt has caught up and is shamelessly throwing herself at Christian. He tries to ignore her.
"You know I have to leave early-ish… I better get going." He tries to reason with Elliot. The blonde pushes her tits in his face as she accidentally – yeah right - trips. Leaning her whole weight on him she trails her pink painted finger over his chin and lips as she slurs. "Don't be a drag… The night's just getting started." She winks and runs her tongue over her lips. The lips that are still smudged from sucking his dick just mere minutes ago.
He needs to leave, now. What happened was a mistake, and if he can help it, it's not going to happen again. Grabbing the girl by her shoulders he keeps her at arm's length as he stands up. He shoves her into the crowded arms of Elliot. "I'm sure Elliot won't mind if you crash his party… I… I have to leave."
"So there's a god after all… I prayed to have two busty blondes in my bed tonight." Elliot grins and slides his arm around the other twin as well, he kisses them both on the cheek. "Hey, do you girls mind? I've got to talk to my pal, wait for me here." Standing he gets the girls seated before following Christian to the coatrack. "You're leaving because of her aren't you? Man I told you, to get your dick wet…"
Christian shrugs. "It might be because of her, but mostly it's because of me. I'll talk to you later ok?" Walking towards the exit, he turns to shout over his shoulder "Hey El, the pink one gives good head." There, feast on that won't you, he thinks as he pushes the door open.
Elliot is stunned silent before laughing out loud. "That son of a... So that's what they were doing…" He heads back into the bar, still thinking about what Christian said, and all sorts nasty ideas pop into his head, all involving two blondes and himself. Going to stand between the twins, he wraps his arms around their shoulders. "So, have you girls ever had a threesome?"
The following morning while Christian is still snoring away the alcohol from his system, his phone starts ringing on the kitchen counter where he left it with his keys after coming home. Ella, who was just making coffee, looks at the phone for a moment before she picks it up.
"Hello?"
"Um.. Christian?" A woman asks obviously confused.
"He's still sleeping, you want me to wake him up?" Ella considers her options, climbing the stairs is never a good idea, so she decides she could just yell.
"Um... Just tell him Anastasia called."
"Will do. How do you know my son?" She can't help herself, Christian never has girls calling him, well, not since his ex.
"Your son." There's an unmistakable sigh of relief on the line. "We met at a conference a while back." Anastasia says, but she doesn't elaborate further.
"Oh. Well, I'll tell him to call, but he's moving today so don't be too worried if he doesn't call immediately."
"Just tell him... Never mind, I'll tell him myself when he calls. Thank you."
"You're welcome, my dear."
The line is cut, and Ella is left to ponder the relationship between Anastasia and Christian. By his changed behavior since the conference, it easily deducted that it's not just a casual acquaintance. But why hasn't he told her about meeting someone? Something definitely smells fishy.
Upstairs, the morning sun hits Christian like a ton of bricks. Walking into the toilet with his eyes hardly open, he stands by the seat and shoves his boxers to the floor. Glancing down, he sees the pink smudge on his dick. What the fuck? The wheels turn on empty before taking a grip, then he remembers the blonde from last night. He vomits, just barely managing to flush the toilet before bending over. Even after he's done, he's dry heaving at the memory of what happened.
It's been months, why should I care? He thinks, as he mulls it over in the shower. She went into the arms of another man, practically in front of my eyes. We never promised each other anything, hell, we never ever knew that we'd see each other again. With that thought somewhat calming his conscience, he decides it's best to forget that the blonde ever happened.
Pulling on a pair of trousers and a white tee, he shoves the last of his toiletries into the duffel bag by the bed. Inside the bag, his fingers grace against the soft material of Anastasia's bikini that he still keeps. The sweet memories of their night in paradise usually makes his dick twitch, but today he's just too shook up by everything. Burying the memories he focuses his energy on getting the box of electronics downstairs, while balancing his laptop and bag in his hands.
Ella is sitting in her chair, doing the crosswords as he enters the kitchen.
"Morning Chris, excited about the move?" She asks feigning strength, her eyes already welling with tears at the thought of him leaving.
"Morning, mom. I'm all set, really looking forward to getting the show on the road." He answers grabbing a mug from the cupboard and pouring himself coffee.
"Did you have fun last night? I didn't hear you come home."
"It was alright, we went down to Joe's; the place was packed as usual." There's no way in hell he's mentioning anything about the blondes to Ella, mostly because he'd prefer to forget all about them himself. "I should call Elliot, he stayed after I left."
"Is he coming to help you with the move?" Ella asks, her eyes brightening at the hopeful thought of having the two boys keeping her company a bit longer.
"I doubt it, it's not like I'm taking too much stuff with me anyway. I've told you before, the place is fully furnished."
"I know, I know. It's just... I'm gonna miss you kiddo." She wipes the teardrop from her eye before he notices it.
"I'll be back to visit, I'm not that far away."
"That's what Tina said, but she hasn't been home in six months." Ella mumbles, clear enough for Christian to hear, but he decides to ignore her comment. It's not news that his sister is not in touch, ever since getting together with her current guy, their standard of living has obviously been beneath her. The galas, premiers and all that celebrity mumbo jumbo Mr. Mogul has been keeping her busy with, is preceding over any bloodline.
Finishing their coffees and flipping through the morning papers, they sit in silence, somewhat enjoying their last breakfast together.
"You got a call earlier on." Ella suddenly remembers.
"Yeah?" Christian glances over the comics and chuckles at a strip with Calvin and Hobbes.
"It was someone named Anastasia, she just asked me to tell you she called."
Christian stops, midway of flipping a new page. The blood leaves his face as he hears her name roll of his mother's tongue.
"What?"
"Some wom…"
"I heard you. What did she say?" He cuts her off.
"Nothing, she just told me to tell you that she called, that's all." Ella studies her son, his reaction to the call is much more obvious than she expected. He pushes his hands through his hair and huffs.
"When did she call?"
"Maybe an hour ago or so. I told her you are moving, so she's probably not waiting for your call immediately." Her words ring on deaf ears, as he's already up to get his phone from the counter. On his way out onto the porch, he unlocks the screen and calls the last number in the call log. Walking towards his new leased car his stomach tightens into a hard knot as the call is connected. Please answer, he says a silent prayer, hoping that his missing church for the last twenty years doesn't fuck up his chances at getting her to answer her phone.
Then his prayer is answered, by a familiar voice saying "Hello". Relief mixed with excitement flush over him like a tidal wave.
"Anastasia?" He asks, just to be sure.
"Yes it's me, I've been trying to call you; I was starting to think you are ignoring my calls."
"I'm sorry I've missed them, I've tried to call you back but I haven't been able to get through. How are you? How's LA treating you?" Christian leans against the new silver colored Audi and slides his fingers over the hood.
"That's why I'm calling you. I'm not in LA anymore... Didn't we promise to call if we were in the same state?" And there's the familiar flirty sound of her voice, he can imagine the tilted smile on her lips, the spark in her eyes and the impact is felt straight in Christian's groin.
"That we did… So you are in Washington?" Christian asks and he hears a door slam on the open line. A male voice is saying something, but he can't quite make out the words. Then the line goes dead. He tries calling it again, but to no avail, he just gets the recorded message that the phone can't be reached.
What the fuck just happened? Is the guy from LA with Anastasia? Why is she calling me if she's with someone? Why did she turn off her phone? Christian hits the car with his fist and then grimaces as the pain shoots up his arm. What did the car do, he asks himself, still shaking his hand, hoping for the pain to ebb away, but it just increases. Damn, I hope I didn't break it, he thinks and leans down and checks if the hood is dented. The car is fine, but same can't be said of his hand. It hurts like hell.
AN: Thank you for reading! As always, I'm curious to what you thought about it, so please leave a review.
OK, and then just one thing more...
Still, as I said in the first chapter AN, this is fiction. Do not have unprotected sex with strangers!
H xx